Enjoyed my morning meditations of softly repeating the Hare Krishna Mantra on my sacred tulasi prayer beads, with feeling.
Whilst the unrelenting time factor has constantly tossed and turned me on the ocean waves of life, the Maha Mantra has been my firm and steady companion and my shelter for the last three and a half decades.
I picked some native wild flowers from Brihaspati's little garden, washed them and carefully arranged them as an offering before the very old Deity of the 15th century Bengali Saint Haridasa Thakura who sits peacefully in Brihaspati's little apartment.
May Haridasa Thakura, the famous preceptor of the chanting of the Great Mantra, give us all his guidance and blessings.
Posted by Kurma on 7/6/05; 11:27:45 AM
from the Travel dept.