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<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong> <strong>1953</strong>-<strong>2013</strong> <strong>IN</strong> <strong>MEMORIAM</strong><br />
SPECIAL ISSUE January <strong>2013</strong><br />
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SPECIAL ISSUE JANUARY <strong>2013</strong><br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong> • <strong>1953</strong> - <strong>2013</strong> • <strong>IN</strong> <strong>MEMORIAM</strong><br />
COVER PHOTO BY MART<strong>IN</strong> BRAD<strong>IN</strong>G<br />
4 OBITUARY: HANNAH LILA SELIGSON-SCHAFFER<br />
5 A STRANGE TH<strong>IN</strong>G: EDDIE STERN<br />
6 EVERYDAY WITH SHYAM: MIKE DIAMOND<br />
7 <strong>IN</strong> <strong>MEMORIAM</strong>: GAURA VANI<br />
10 NĀMA & RŪPA: VALLABHDAS<br />
12 OUR LAST DATE: ALLY GOPI KREIM<br />
ARTICLES BY <strong>SHYAMDAS</strong> <strong>IN</strong> NÄMARÇPA ISSUES<br />
16 ECSTATIC COUPLETS NĀMARŪPA ISSUE 12 VOL 6<br />
20 RASAKHĀN NĀMARŪPA ISSUE 7<br />
24 OCEAN OF GRACE NĀMARŪPA ISSUE 7<br />
26 GOVARDHAN LĪLĀ NĀMARŪPA ISSUE 4<br />
29 YAMUNA'S STORY NĀMARŪPA ISSUE 3<br />
30 HARI'S LĪLĀ NĀMARŪPA ISSUE 1<br />
अ आ इ ई उ ऊ<br />
a ā i ī u ū<br />
ए ऐ ओ औ<br />
e ai o au<br />
ऋ ॠ ऌ ॡ अं अः<br />
ŗ ř ļ ĺ ał aģ<br />
क ख ग घ ङ<br />
ka kha ga gha ńa<br />
च छ ज झ ञ<br />
ca cha ja jha ña<br />
ट ठ ड ढ ण<br />
ţa ţha ďa ďha ņa<br />
त थ द ध न<br />
ta tha da dha na<br />
प फ ब भ म<br />
pa pha ba bha ma<br />
य र ल व<br />
ya ra la va<br />
श ष स ह<br />
śa ša sa ha<br />
� � �<br />
kša tra jña
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong> • <strong>1953</strong> - <strong>2013</strong><br />
Shyamdas rows on the Ganga River at Varanasi. Photo by Ally Gopi.<br />
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OBITUARY<br />
HANNAH LILA SELIGSON-SCHAFFER<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong>'S DAUGHTER<br />
Published in The New Haven Register on January 27, <strong>2013</strong><br />
Stephen Theodore Schaffer, known to most as Shyamdas,<br />
was killed in a motorcycle accident in Goa, India on Saturday,<br />
January 19. He was 59. A musician, prolific translator<br />
of Sanskrit texts, and author of dozens of books, Shyamdas<br />
was a pioneer in bringing Indian and yogic traditions to the<br />
West. He traveled to India when he was 18 in 1971, and has<br />
lived continuously in India ever since, returning to the States<br />
part-time. Shyamdas wrote the manual on being a free spirit,<br />
infusing his life and all those around him with a sense of play<br />
and spontaneity. Shyamdas first studied under the tutelage<br />
of Neem Karoli Baba-Maharaji who was guru to Ram Dass,<br />
among others. He spent many years studying and living with<br />
His Holiness Shri Goswami Prathameshji, one of the leading<br />
masters of Hindu spirituality. During his time in India,<br />
he developed fluency in Sanskrit, Hindi, Gujarati, and Braja<br />
Basha, translating thousands of pages of ancient texts into<br />
English. He became enamored with the mystic poets of North<br />
India, particularly with the poems of Surdas, widely considered<br />
the Shakespeare of Hindi literature. Over the last decade,<br />
Shyamdas packed rooms at places like the Omega Institute<br />
in Rhinebeck, New York with hundreds, even thousands, of<br />
devotees who came to hear his teachings and chanting, more<br />
commonly referred to as bhajans, a word derived from Sanskrit<br />
for devotional song. His teaching style was infused with<br />
humor, calling his Woodstock community the "bhajan belt"<br />
and sprinkling in phrases like "aum shalom," a remnant from<br />
his secular Jewish upbringing. One of his trademark charac-<br />
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teristics was that he was equally adept at making his rapt audiences<br />
explode in laughter as he was able to make them contemplate<br />
the scriptures of the Bhagavad Gita. He touched the<br />
lives of so many with his sharp wit, deep intellect, loving nature<br />
and ability to make even the most esoteric concepts accessible.<br />
Shyamdas often traveled with an entourage, not because<br />
he purposefully cultivated one, but because people just naturally<br />
flocked to him. Growing up in Woodbridge, CT, neighborhood<br />
kids would gather on his doorstep to receive their<br />
marching orders for the afternoon. Outside of his career as a<br />
musician and author, Shyamdas was an exceptional athlete. At<br />
13, he became the state wrestling champion of Connecticut.<br />
Later in his life, he continued to ski and play tennis, winning<br />
matches against people half his age. He was also a devoted and<br />
loving father, son, brother and uncle. For Shyamdas, his spiritual<br />
practice was in pursuit of the bhava, what he described as<br />
"the enlightened, inspired state of pure being." "Bhava creates<br />
in us a direct experience of the unity of all things," he wrote.<br />
To put it another way, he was in the highest pursuit of bringing<br />
bliss and uplifting the people around him through his music<br />
and teachings, as well as everything he did in his daily life.<br />
He is survived by his mother, Gloria Schaffer, who served as<br />
Secretary of State for Connecticut from 1971 to 1978. He is<br />
also survived by his sister, Susan S. Ryan, children, Hannah<br />
Lila Seligson-Schaffer and David Marks Schaffer, son-in-law,<br />
Andrew Geffen Eil, his niece, Mae Ryan, his brother-in-law,<br />
Frank Ryan and his partner, Allyson Kreim.
Calling out to Sweet Radhe in the mustard fields of Braj. Photo by Mae Ryan, Shyamdas's niece.<br />
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The poster of Śrī Nāthjī
A STRANGE TH<strong>IN</strong>G<br />
EDDIE STERN<br />
DIRECTOR: ASHTANGA YOGA NEW YORK<br />
CO-PUBLISHER: NĀMARŪPA<br />
truly strange thing occurred on Monday February<br />
A 4th. I was walking home from the subway after the<br />
evening Siva puja at our temple and, as I passed by my<br />
parked and frozen Vespa, I saw that someone had left a<br />
rolled up piece of paper tucked behind my seat. I thought<br />
that perhaps it was a flyer for something, and I walked over<br />
to pull it out. The paper was somewhat fragile, with some<br />
Rajasthani characters on the back – like a calendar of some<br />
sort. As I unrolled it, I was amazed to see that it was an<br />
old poster of Śrī Nāthjī from what looked like the Nathdvara<br />
temple in Rajasthan, a temple and deity that Shyam<br />
Das loved immensely. I couldn’t believe what I was looking<br />
at. Nathdvara is not well known outside of the Vaishnav<br />
circles; perhaps if it was a picture of Ganesh or Siva I would<br />
not have been as surprised, but because it was the deity<br />
that Shyam Das worshipped for so many years, I was taken<br />
aback. Then I counted back the days, and realized that it<br />
was the 12th day after Shyam's cremation, and that in the<br />
Hindu tradition (at least in the South), this was the day<br />
that the soul is released from the earthly plane, and begins<br />
its one year journey to the next world.<br />
met Shyam Das in a small ashram in Vrindavan in<br />
I 1991. I used to enjoy hearing him tell the story of how<br />
we met, because he was so funny and descriptive, and I<br />
would look forward to his retelling of it whenever he came<br />
to my school to do a kirtan or lead some teachings. When<br />
we met, I was actually in a yoga pose, lying on my chest,<br />
with my feet resting on my head. I remember distinctly<br />
seeing a guy in a dhoti and what I thought was a maroon<br />
football jersey walk through the ashram gates. He engaged<br />
in animated conversation with a few people at the front<br />
gate for a while, and then, after spotting me, walked across<br />
the compound. I stopped doing my practice and said hello,<br />
and we struck up a conversation. He said that he was surprised<br />
to see someone doing actual yoga poses – that in<br />
Vrindavan you never really saw that, and in fact he only<br />
knew one person who practiced asanas, a yogi who lived off<br />
in the forest of Braj somewhere.<br />
In the midst of our conversation he told me that he had<br />
come to India because of Ram Das, to meet Neem Karoli<br />
Baba, and that after Maharaji left his body, he stayed in Vrindavan,<br />
lived with the local Vaishnav saints, and learned how<br />
to sing dhrupad – a North Indian classical music system. He<br />
talked about Vallabhacharya and the devotional Radha Krishna<br />
poetry of the region and we hung out for an hour or so.<br />
We were both on the verge of heading back to the states – he<br />
to Connecticut, and I to NYC – and I gave him my phone<br />
number and invited him to come do some kirtan at the yoga<br />
school I was teaching at back then, Jivamukti.<br />
Kirtan was not then as well known as it is now.<br />
There was not yet a kirtan 'scene', with many offerings<br />
in the yoga schools and big festivals. It was restricted to the<br />
ashrams, or to just a few yoga schools like the Sivananda<br />
Yoga Vedanta Centers, where kirtan was sung daily, and<br />
of course in the ISKCON temples. But until the mid-90's<br />
you couldn’t find Western recordings available in record<br />
stores, like Tower Records, or Virgin Records, until Jai Uttal<br />
and Krishna Das started producing them. Shyam Das<br />
was part of this generation that took part when kirtan began<br />
to spread outward. He was a genuine devotee with a<br />
penetrating love for the Divine, who expressed that love<br />
through song.<br />
But what characterized Shyam Das, and was really his<br />
unique expertise, was a deep devotional practice that was<br />
based on text, scriptural study, and seva, or service. Kirtan<br />
for him was to invoke the imminent presence of God. The<br />
name was the form, and the form was the name, and the invocation<br />
was the presence itself. His seva carried over from<br />
serving his deity and gurus to serving his friends and guests,<br />
and he was the consummate host. But perhaps the greatest<br />
service that he provided to his friends and those who<br />
attended his satsangs, was to draw them into the Radha<br />
Krishna Lilas through loving remembrance, through song,<br />
poetry and reflection. His expression was unique, and he<br />
will be missed.<br />
January <strong>2013</strong><br />
Shyamdas, Lili and Eddie Stern<br />
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EVERYDAY WITH SHYAM<br />
MIKE "HEERA" DIAMOND<br />
AKA MIKE D OF THE BEASTIE BOYS<br />
Everyday with Shyam was a bhav-filled adventure<br />
spent in search of God consciousness. This consciousness<br />
also was the destination, journey and the sound track.<br />
I will forever remember and cherish many days spent with<br />
Shyam driving through Vraj and Rajasthan on the back of<br />
his trusty Honda Hero motorcycle from one simple rural<br />
baithak to another. It was soothing cutting through the<br />
warm air on the bike, getting away from the mass of humanity<br />
that is everywhere in India and Shyam always had<br />
this internal and external bhajan soundtrack going at all<br />
times. It was in these very modest temples that we would<br />
meet the simplest pure and most highly devotional of all<br />
beings. Souls for whom everything was seva or service. All<br />
thoughts, all food, all water, every breath was offered to<br />
God first and then eventually modestly imbibed as prasad.<br />
Shyam was my guide to all. He taught me Sanskrit, a bit of<br />
Braj Basha and numerous practical necessaries such as how<br />
to bathe in the Yamuna River with a dhoti on, washing the<br />
clothes, changing and hanging the now clean cloth out to<br />
dry. Shyam was a real life and other worldly search engine<br />
for the divine. A tour guide to other realms. He was able<br />
to see the lila or divine play at work in all – just as much<br />
when he was in the North East U.S. as in the Krishnafocused<br />
village of Gokul. There is something that happens<br />
around people who are truly comfortable in their own skin,<br />
as Shyam was. Others start to feel the same. No matter how<br />
different or foreign appearances seem. I mean, we would<br />
roll up into small rural temple towns in Northern India,<br />
where very few if any Westerners had ever been seen, and<br />
after talking or, more commonly, yelling in Hindi, it would<br />
be all betel filled smiles and greeting of "Jai Sri Krishna".<br />
It was Shyam's great gift that he was able to take this experience<br />
along with his absolute devotion to the texts of<br />
Sri Vallabhacharya and other saints, and weave them into<br />
seamless and very palpable stories for the delight of all who<br />
would listen.<br />
Shyamdas walking in the fields of Braj,<br />
sitting on the banks of Yamunaji,<br />
& drumming at his home in Jatipura.<br />
Photos by Ally Gopi and Deva Premal<br />
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<strong>IN</strong> <strong>MEMORIAM</strong><br />
GAURA VANI<br />
KIRTANIST & MUSIC PRODUCER,<br />
AS K<strong>IN</strong>DRED SPIRITS<br />
MANTROLOGY.COM<br />
Shyamdas and Gaura Vani<br />
On the early morning of January 20th, <strong>2013</strong>, a rare<br />
and special soul was taken from this world. Shyamdas,<br />
world-renowned scholar, author and translator, kirtan leader<br />
and dear devotee of Krishna, was killed in a motorcycle<br />
accident while in Goa, India. He was there with a group of<br />
friends, students, god-brothers and sisters teaching Sanskrit,<br />
leading chanting and sharing his deep love for Radha and<br />
Krishna. The following note is posted on his website about his<br />
final days in Goa:<br />
a r i OM...Ou r priceless f r i e n d shy a M d a s j i<br />
Hleft<br />
this world last night. He spent his remaining<br />
hours, as usual, in satsang and bliss with<br />
a group of dear friends. On this night in particular<br />
they were reading Shri Vallabhacarya’s teaching<br />
“Krsnashraya” and reflecting deeply on and<br />
repeating the refrain, “Krsna eva gatir mama"…<br />
"Krishna is my refuge and destination.” He has<br />
arrived at his final refuge and destination now.<br />
Shyamdas' passing gives me an opportunity to share<br />
my appreciation for him as a devotee of Krishna and<br />
genuine lover of God. I am indebted to him in many ways,<br />
for, although he was from a different lineage than I am<br />
(Vallabhacharya’s line, also called Pushti Marg), he made an<br />
undeniable impact on my world by his example of tirelessly<br />
spreading the yuga-dharma (the prime spiritual duty for this<br />
age) of chanting God’s names and introducing thousands<br />
to the beauty and joy of kirtan. Because of this, he holds<br />
a place as a very important teacher in the modern age who<br />
influenced some of the most well-known and important cultural<br />
icons of our time, such as the musicians Sting and the<br />
Beastie Boys. He also acted as a link to the sacred land of<br />
Krishna, known as Vraj or Vrindavan, for many in the modern<br />
American yoga scene, inviting them and guiding them<br />
into a physical and spiritual connection with that holy land.<br />
So we celebrate his life with this humble remembrance.<br />
Shyamdas is mostly known as a kind of divine madman<br />
whose kirtans were filled with spontaneity and humor. He<br />
was an incredible raconteur and extemporized during his kirtans<br />
about everything from current events to stories of Radha<br />
and Krishna. He could speak five languages and translated<br />
many of the songs and writings of saints from the Pushti Marg<br />
tradition, including those of Vallabhacharya, Govinda Svami,<br />
Raskhan, Surdas and others. He was always distributing<br />
prasad (sanctified food) that he’d cooked for his deities and,<br />
magically, always had enough for any last minute guests. He<br />
played tennis in a dhoti. He always wore bundi-style kurtas<br />
that seemed like a throwback to a bygone era in Indian devotional<br />
fashion. He was a do-it-yourselfer and had no problems<br />
doing any service, whether it was humble or grand.<br />
There are some beautiful stories about Shyamdas’s<br />
life and spiritual journey in the book The Yoga of Kirtan<br />
by Satyaraja Dasa (Steven J. Rosen) www.yogaofkirtan.com.<br />
One incredible story stands out in my mind. He was taken<br />
to a psychologist as a young child because he would often<br />
tell his family about a beautiful, “blackish boy” who would<br />
sometimes follow him. He remembers having visions of this<br />
boy throughout his childhood, which were accompanied by a<br />
mystical and transcendent feeling. Later he came to the conclusion<br />
that this “boy” was actually a form of Krishna, who is<br />
also often described as blackish or blueish in complexion.<br />
Shyamdas was introduced to spirituality in the 60’s and began<br />
reading books on Buddhism and yoga. Somehow from<br />
his reading, a very specific question arose clearly in his mind<br />
which then fueled his search for a guru and led him to India<br />
and ultimately to his life’s work of devotion to Krishna and<br />
kirtan. He wanted to know whether God was formless and<br />
devoid of qualities or whether he was the possessor of all diversity<br />
and all qualities. This search brought him with a group<br />
of other young seekers to the ashram of his first guru, Neem<br />
Karoli Baba, in Vrindavan. Shyamdas stayed and studied with<br />
saints in Vrindavan, eventually meeting his second guru Sri<br />
Prathameshji, whom he studied with for twenty years. Shyamdas<br />
began to carry these teachings with him when he visited<br />
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the West and was one of the first (if not the first) kirtan wallahs<br />
to be showcased in yoga studios in America in the 1990s,<br />
beginning with the Jivamukti Yoga Center run by Sharon<br />
Gannon and David Life in New York City.<br />
Jai Uttal, the influential kirtan artist, is a longtime friend<br />
of Shyamdas and tells a funny story about their time together<br />
in those days. Jai was living in Berkeley, California, and was a<br />
well-known and busy musician with a host of responsibilities.<br />
Shyamdas would often drop by unannounced (sometimes<br />
more than once a day) and just want to hang out and chat and<br />
share stories and do kirtan, and Jai would be trying to politely<br />
get him to leave. But Shyamdas would say, “I’m not leaving<br />
until we sing Hari’s name together.” And he would practically<br />
force Jai to drop whatever plans he had and sit and sing with<br />
him or he would refuse to leave. Once they finished chanting,<br />
Shyam would leave happily.<br />
I asked Satyaraja Dasa about his relationship with Shyamdas<br />
and why he thought the beloved chanter was important to<br />
the modern kirtan scene. Here's what he said:<br />
"Shyamdas was in a unique position to bring spiritual<br />
practitioners – especially in the modern yoga community –<br />
to the next step. You see, he was a disciple of the spiritual<br />
luminary Neem Karoli Baba, and he was also a disciple of<br />
Goswami Prathmeshji of the Vallabha Sampradaya, a legitimate<br />
Vaishnava lineage. Because of this, he was able to<br />
serve as a bridge, linking practitioners from the two traditions<br />
– this has proven to be beneficial for both. In addition,<br />
I would say that Shyamdas served the contemporary<br />
yoga world by conveying true jnana, i.e., knowledge, from<br />
a bona fide source. His bhakti-infused pronouncements<br />
were always rich with traditional commentary and insight.<br />
Indeed, he was a scholar of numerous Indic languages and<br />
he used that scholarship to good effect. But he was not<br />
merely a scholar; he was a consummate practitioner, and<br />
a jokester too. In fact, these latter qualities speak to why<br />
he will be so missed. It's why I miss him. I can say that<br />
for certain. His heart was full of joy, and this, more than<br />
anything else, came out in his kirtan. This joy, or ananda,<br />
is a gift from God, as was Shyamdas himself. He was a gift<br />
from above, no doubt, and I miss him already, more than<br />
words can say."<br />
In my experience, Shyamdas was a source of incredible<br />
encouragement and enthusiasm. He would often<br />
shower me and our kirtan groups with praise. He commented<br />
that he liked the way we presented the philosophy and<br />
culture of sacred India in an accessible way, while still keeping<br />
the essence. We would often stay up with him late into<br />
the night long after the festival attendees had gone to bed<br />
discussing and even debating ideas and sharing realizations<br />
and aspirations. We shared about our tradition and teachers<br />
and he shared about his studies and translations. He urged<br />
us to think deeply about everything we said and did.<br />
In my heart and mind Shyamdas is an uncle and friend, a<br />
mentor and champion in the mission of spreading the Holy<br />
Name. His companionship will be sorely missed. I am hon-<br />
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ored though to continue this seva in his absence. There is<br />
a famous poem about the passing of devotees by Bhaktivinoda<br />
Thakur, that hasn’t left my mind since I heard the<br />
tragic news.<br />
He reasons ill who says that devotees die,<br />
When thou art living still in Sound!<br />
The devotees die to live and living try,<br />
To spread the holy life around!<br />
Below are some specifics about Shyamdas’s passing,<br />
written by his friend Mohan Baba:<br />
“Farewell Shyam Das Ji<br />
In the early hours of January 20, <strong>2013</strong>, we lost our dearest<br />
Shri Shyamdasji. Born Stephen Schaffer in Connecticut,<br />
USA, Shyamdasji passed away at the Vrindavan Hospital in<br />
Mapusa, North Goa, India following a tragic motorcycle<br />
accident on a winding, hilly road near the Goa-Maharashtra<br />
border. He was 21 days shy of his 60th birthday. His<br />
companion, Allyson Kreim, riding with him on the back of<br />
the motorcycle, sustained serious but thankfully not critical<br />
injuries. She was released from the hospital after a few<br />
days, has loving support of her family and many friends,<br />
and will make a full recovery. Shyamdasji was a shining<br />
light for all of us, and we deeply mourn his passing. We<br />
mourn because we have lost one of the greatest Western<br />
scholar-practitioners of Sri Vallabhacharya’s Pushti Marg<br />
(Path of Grace). We mourn because he authored and translated<br />
so many beautiful and profound books, making available<br />
to the English-speaking world the sublime teachings<br />
of Shuddha Advaita in which Krishna himself is seen as everything,<br />
everywhere, and in everyone! We mourn because<br />
Shyamdasji was a master and lover of the divine language of<br />
Sanskrit, as well as Vrajbhasha, Hindi, and other regional<br />
languages. We mourn because of the many books that most<br />
certainly would have continued to come from the pen of<br />
his bhakti-filled hands. We mourn because Shyamdasji was<br />
a gifted kirtan singer, whose performances and recordings<br />
were so filled with love and joy. We mourn because of the<br />
ecstatic music he would have continued to make to uplift<br />
and inspire so many people, bringing them closer to the<br />
divine. But perhaps most of all, we mourn his loss because<br />
of what he taught us about bhakti – what it really means to<br />
love God with unswerving devotion every day, every week,<br />
every year, every decade. Writing about God, talking about<br />
God, singing about God, reveling in God, and doing God’s<br />
seva (devotional service) was the joy and the calling of Shyamdasji's<br />
life. He was what is known as an ananya bhakta,<br />
“one who has exclusive devotion to God alone.” He was<br />
a powerhouse reveling in the divine play that is Krishna’s<br />
Lila. He could not be pried away. On the very day that<br />
Shyamdasji left behind his mortal form (at the Vrindavan<br />
Hospital, of course), he was teaching a Sanskrit text to a<br />
small group, repeating the refrain over and over again as<br />
it appears in the text: Krishna eva gatir mama – Krishna<br />
alone is where I am going; he is my only support, my only ref-
uge. In the Bhagavad Gita Krishna says, “My bhakta comes<br />
to me.” There can be no doubt that our sweet Shyam-ji is<br />
now with his support, his refuge, his Beloved Krishna. We<br />
will miss him dearly. Shyam Das will be cremated at 6:00<br />
pm in Goa on January 22, <strong>2013</strong> in accordance with the<br />
rites of his Pushti Marg tradition. Thereafter his ashes will<br />
be immersed in a portion of sacred Ganga in Braj, in the<br />
presence of his family, friends, and members of his ancient<br />
lineage. For 12 days following the cremation, continuous<br />
pujas and rituals will be held in the Braj area, Shyamdasji's<br />
home for many decades, culminating in a large bhandara<br />
(feast). -Jai Sri Krishna-"<br />
Shyamdas at the entrance to his home in Jatipura. Photo by Ally Gopi.<br />
In my recent conversation with Satyaraj-ji, he made<br />
the following point about Shyamdas's departure. I think it<br />
an appropriate ending for this offering:<br />
"Shyamdasji's disappearance from our vision is disheartening,<br />
to say the least, especially for those of us who know and<br />
love him. We can take solace in the fact that, like Krishna, he<br />
resides wherever the holy name resounds. I will say this for<br />
certain: From this moment forward, when I attend kirtan and<br />
see hands joyously upraised in supplication of Sri Sri Radha-<br />
Krishna, I will sense Shyamdas's presence, see his familiar<br />
form, smiling and goading us on, encouraging us to chant<br />
with increasingly greater enthusiasm."<br />
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NĀMA & RŪPA<br />
VALLABHDAS<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong>'S STUDENT AND FRIEND<br />
Nāma and Rūpa, the name and form of the Divine,<br />
were the absolute essence of life for my best friend, mentor,<br />
and elder guru-brother Shyamdasji. He loved contributing<br />
to this journal for that reason, and also out of his deep<br />
dharmic connection and friendship with its co-founder Yogi<br />
Eddie, as Shyamdas affectionately called him. Eddie-ji had<br />
facilitated his first contacts with the yoga movement in the<br />
U.S., where Shyamdasji was to dedicate his life to sharing the<br />
sacred name, in ecstatic kirtans we will miss so much, along<br />
with rare poetry and teachings on the Lord’s form, which he<br />
inspired us to crave.<br />
One aspect of Shyamdasji’s spiritual prowess perhaps not<br />
immediately evident from attending his kirtan programs, in<br />
which he shone as a divinely inspired speaker and singer, was<br />
his astounding listening abilities (though in fact he was carefully<br />
listening to each of us even while singing kirtan). How<br />
had he garnered all of the devotional jewels, the teachings on<br />
name and form which he shared with us? By sitting at the<br />
feet of bhakti masters, humbly hanging on their every word,<br />
insightfully interjecting questions that illuminated and advanced<br />
the flow of wisdom and devotion.<br />
I came into his life very late, but even at that point, after<br />
over thirty years of devotional explorations and extensive<br />
teaching, he was still constantly in search of every last opportunity<br />
to sit at the feet of famous and totally unknown saints,<br />
village practitioners, teachers and followers from any and every<br />
lineage. He listened intently to all, eliciting, absorbing and<br />
even subtly enhancing their teachings. As our guru Goswami<br />
Shri Milan Baba now reflects, “When speaking with Shyamdasji<br />
and addressing his poignant questions, often teachings<br />
and answers of which I was not even aware would somehow<br />
emerge from me. Shyamdasji had such a gift of penetrating,<br />
insightful satsang.”<br />
It was primarily through listening – though he would become<br />
a voracious reader as well – that Shyamdasji developed<br />
his astounding knowledge of the languages of devotion, wisdom,<br />
and satsang: Brajbhasha, Sanskrit, Hindi, and Gujarati.<br />
He told me of his early days in residence at the town<br />
of Jatipura by the Govardhan Hill, when he used to literally<br />
run to have satsang every night with two learned bhaktas.<br />
Shyamdasji would sit on the cot between the two wise men,<br />
listening intently as they discussed the sacred texts which he<br />
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himself would later painstakingly translate into English for<br />
us. One night during his race to satsang, a dog jumped out<br />
and grabbed hold of Shyamdasji’s dhoti, ripping it in half! He<br />
continued running and attended the evening satsang in his<br />
torn dhoti.<br />
Shyamdasji was never one to slow down, especially not<br />
when there was darshan or satsang to be had. I could never<br />
quite keep up with him but loved trying. Whether it was on<br />
our walks around the Govardhan Hill, through the upstate<br />
New York woods, or getting ready to race out of the house for<br />
the next kirtan program, I tended to lag behind. Eventually<br />
he grew fond of calling out, “Where’s Vallabh?” This joke, like<br />
his others, was actually a subtle devotional teaching – he was<br />
furthering the divine search with the question, “Where is the<br />
Beloved?” My only consolation through these tears is that I<br />
feel, with more certainty than I have ever felt about anything,<br />
that Shyamdasji has found his eternal Beloved.<br />
In hindsight there seems to have been subtle awareness<br />
on Shyamdasji’s part that his time on this earth was winding<br />
down, whether evidenced in email correspondences like,<br />
“Turning 60 soon, and into the beyond,” in uniquely deep<br />
and tearful last goodbyes with loved ones, or the final reconciliation<br />
and reunion with his son in November. My own<br />
last parting with him was very different than the hundreds<br />
preceeding it. For the first time I can remember, he sat silently<br />
next to me in our Krishna temple that evening for the five or<br />
ten additional minutes it always took me to finish the evening<br />
seva. When it came time for me to leave, we embraced, with<br />
none of our customary banter or discussion of details, this<br />
time both of us holding back tears, able only to utter one<br />
last praise of our Beloved Lord’s name and form: “Jai Shri<br />
Krishna.”<br />
Though his physical presence is sorely missed, Shyamdasji’s<br />
unending contributions to our lives remain, in the spirit of<br />
gathering, sharing and relishing wisdom teachings such as<br />
those offered by Nāmarūpa.<br />
"Jai Shri Krishna,<br />
What a lila! To my entire family as well as to my circle<br />
of Satsang friends and teachers: it was an honor to have<br />
been a part of it. Know that the soul is eternal and plays<br />
onwards, always reaching for the Beloved."<br />
—from the Last Will and Testament of Shyamdasji
Shyamdas and Vallabhdas, Jatipura, December 26, 2012. Photo by Ally Gopi.<br />
Captain of Bhava on the Bhajan Boat.<br />
Photo by Mae Ryan, Shyamdas's niece.<br />
January <strong>2013</strong><br />
13
OUR LAST DATE<br />
ALLY GOPI KREIM<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong>'S PARTNER<br />
On the 19th of January, as we walked hand in hand<br />
along the beach, like we had been doing every day since<br />
arriving in Goa a couple of weeks earlier, Shyamdasji seemed,<br />
as was his normal bhava, completely elusive about what the<br />
future would hold. I hardly knew what was going to happen<br />
three minutes into the future with Shyamdasji, because each<br />
moment was complete and always filled with richness. The<br />
future was never the focus, but it would never be anything less<br />
than miraculous with him.<br />
On this particular evening, we were invited to a showing<br />
of our friend Krishna’s documentary of Buddhist pilgrimages<br />
filmed all over India. Shyamdas had one manoratha (heart’s<br />
desire) for going. He said, “I want to show you the sunset<br />
from Anders’ home.” Anders is an old friend of Shyam’s, a<br />
gentleman from Denmark who has a beautiful abode outside<br />
of Arambol in Goa.<br />
“But we shouldn’t go until after dinner,” I said, since they<br />
were planning on having a non-vegetarian meal and I wanted<br />
to protect Shyamdasji from having to experience that.<br />
“I don’t care, I want you to see the sunset view from his<br />
home,” Shyam replied. As we continued walking up the beach,<br />
we ran into our deeply dear soul brother, Kabir Das, who humorously<br />
and eloquently recounted the events of his glorious<br />
day in Goa to Shyamdas and me. Kabir had Shyam almost<br />
rolling in the sands laughing with so much appreciation and<br />
fascination. The conversation soon concluded with Kabir’s<br />
blessings for us to go and check out the documentaries that<br />
night at Anders’. We continued on our way back up the beach<br />
to the Mandrem Beach Resort, where our usual nightly kirtan<br />
beckoned, with gorgeous, familiar souls in a circle, singing the<br />
various, delicious names of Bhagavan.<br />
Shyamdas paused, standing just by the side of the circle of<br />
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Shyamdas and Ally Gopi at Śrī Gusainjī’s Baithak, Belvan<br />
kirtaniyas, in deep appreciation and childlike curiosity, almost<br />
as if it was the first kirtan he had ever witnessed. He sang<br />
along for a brief moment, leaning back, throwing his hands<br />
out to the side in a familiar bhava-filled posture Shyam was<br />
known to take from time to time, before we continued on our<br />
way back to our room to gather our things for the evening.<br />
Since we were as usual sidetracked with the various love<br />
filled dramas always manifesting around Shyamdasji, we were<br />
late to catch the sunset, but we did in fact miraculously arrive<br />
at Anders’ home just in time to see the last rays emanating<br />
from the dimly lit horizon, over the inlet river below Anders’<br />
wide open home.<br />
As I gazed softly out upon this darshan Shyamdasji had so<br />
sweetly dreamt up, my heart melted in gratitude for knowing<br />
this unbelievable gentleman, whose pure heart’s desires<br />
seemed to always manifest for him, since they were coming<br />
from such a potent place deep within him.<br />
We didn’t stay long once the sun went down, for the dinner<br />
party was about to commence. We rode into Arambol, a<br />
town about ten minutes south of Anders’ home, and Shyam<br />
parked on the street across from a restaurant I had never been<br />
to before, called Magic Carpet. This was only the second time<br />
we had eaten at a restaurant in our three months in India. We<br />
walked into the silent, surprisingly peaceful, widespread vegan<br />
heaven. Looking around, I was thoroughly impressed by the<br />
sattvic décor and the people sitting in the sands taking their<br />
meals from low tables dimly lit by candles. As I looked up<br />
towards the front of the restaurant and saw a flourishing Tulsi<br />
plant contently blessing the arena, I reflected, “Wow Shyam,<br />
this is your type of restaurant.”<br />
“Yeah, they even have kirtans and yoga events here,” he affirmed.
We sat down in a cozy, quiet corner by the counter, so that<br />
Shyam could have easy access to ask for more goods from<br />
the cooks. On the rare occasions he did decide to go out, he<br />
would always get so deeply involved with the whole lila, inquiring<br />
about every detail of how and what would be offered.<br />
He was a high maintenance wallah, I would say, in these types<br />
of settings.<br />
We decided on two chocolate milkshakes and a few slices<br />
of German bread as our incredibly romantic mercy meal<br />
for the evening, and I filled in the space with a lot of chit<br />
chat, Shyam doing almost all of the listening. He held an<br />
unusual type of silence I had never really felt from him<br />
before. I went on and on about the incredible hospitality<br />
of Indian culture, how people welcome you into their oneroom<br />
home, give you everything they have, and ask you to<br />
stay forever, and how we as Westerners have a lot to learn<br />
from this country. Shyam just quietly listened, nodding<br />
his head, and ordering more of that German bread. Shyam<br />
had an incredible way of honoring my not-so-great ideas,<br />
like bread slices for our last meal together. He would order<br />
more just to shower my pathetic little desires with so much<br />
grace. A perfect gentleman. It’s seriously the little things<br />
that eternally pierce the heart.<br />
Soon we had our fill from the Magic Carpet, and Shyamdas<br />
and I headed back to Anders’ home for what we thought was<br />
going to be a viewing of Buddhist pilgrimages, but when we<br />
arrived and assessed the scene, we found that the hard drive<br />
which stored the documentaries was malfunctioning. There<br />
was a lot of energy around the computer to try and get the<br />
thing to work. We all ultimately gave up fussing over the technology<br />
and just sat down for satsang with Shyamdasji and a<br />
circle of friends at the dinner table: Andy, Krishna, Ira, Sophia,<br />
Anders, Janna, and Mohan.<br />
As our friend Andy expounded upon historical highlights<br />
of Buddhism and how it morphed, expanded, and influenced<br />
souls in India, Krishna spoke about the sacredness of<br />
being within a pilgrimage, and Shyamdasji shared anecdotes<br />
of his unique experiences living in this sacred land. The conversation<br />
was deep, filled with great bhava and enlightening<br />
information.<br />
After a couple of hours of discussion, the group felt in synchronicity<br />
the wave to move the lila along, to say our Radhe<br />
Radhe’s, and dissipate into the night. As I went to grab my purse<br />
and say goodbye to everyone, I looked up by the door, and there<br />
was Shyamdasji, eleven steps in front of me as always, waving<br />
me to come to him with his left hand raised and his right hand<br />
by his side, looking quite familiar in that divine rupa, almost<br />
like Śrī Nāthjī Himself, a form very beloved to him.<br />
We headed out to the driveway with a small group of the<br />
satsang, and Shyamdasji and I boarded our motorbike and<br />
began our way back home. Our friends, Sophia, Janna and<br />
Andy were getting into a taxi van that left just ten minutes<br />
after we did.<br />
Shyam and I both took so much joy from these night rides<br />
on the motorbike, the soft cool breeze along our faces and<br />
bodies, the darshan of Goa’s peculiar yet beautiful scenery,<br />
its personality accentuated by its colorful, European style<br />
houses amongst huge and numerous banyan trees, and people<br />
from all different places around the world, Indians, Russians,<br />
Americans, Danes, etc. all adding to the unique allure of this<br />
realm. We would watch it all, like a movie reel, together, in<br />
silent appreciation, as we flowed so easily onwards.<br />
But on this particular night, the Lord had some special<br />
plans. We were just about to enter into the town of Arambol<br />
and were going around a turn in the road when the single<br />
headlight of an oncoming motorbike shone directly in our<br />
gaze. At that moment, I felt like we entered into a deep,<br />
dreamlike state. Shyam steered to the right to avoid contact<br />
with that oncoming motorcycle, and we came down onto our<br />
right sides. We both sat up immediately, fully conscious and<br />
alive. I could see out of my left eye fine, and I saw that Shyam<br />
was also sitting beside me in the road, Indian style. I called out<br />
to him, “Shyam! Are you okay?” He softly replied, “Yeah.”<br />
Within what seemed like moments, our friends got out of<br />
their taxi and came over to us. Sophia saw that we were okay<br />
and were able to get ourselves up, so she called Anders to come<br />
with his Jeep. He was there within five minutes. We got ourselves<br />
into his car, and he took us directly to the nearest hospital,<br />
Vrindavan Hospital, about thirty minutes away.<br />
Anders was driving, Mohan was in the passenger seat, Shyam<br />
and I were in the middle seats, and Sophia was sitting<br />
behind us, holding our bodies from moving too much from<br />
the bumpy roads. Shyam was silent. I was quietly whispering,<br />
“Shri Krishnah Sharanam Mama" – "Shri Krishna is my refuge,”<br />
and Shyam’s hand found mine as we traveled onwards.<br />
Upon arriving at the hospital, we entered into the first floor<br />
examination room, where they separated us. My last sight of<br />
our beloved Shyamdasji was of him plopping himself down<br />
on one of the examination beds like he usually does, with full<br />
throttle and fearless energy. But at that point, his breath became<br />
heavier, so they took him immediately up into the ICU<br />
on a higher floor.<br />
They hooked me up to an IV and started probing and prodding,<br />
X-raying – you know, the whole hospital lila, but all I<br />
wanted to know was where Shyam was and if he was okay.<br />
Sophia eventually came back to me and told me that, “Shyam<br />
is fine,” with full conviction in her voice.<br />
I was able to eventually fall asleep after all of the X-rays and<br />
all of the injections to satisfy the junior doctors on call that<br />
night. I dreamt the sweetest dream of Shyamdasji checking<br />
out of the hospital, looking rather lean and young, and calling<br />
out to me from the checkout desk, “Let’s go.”<br />
I awoke to Sophia’s voice. She told me to get up and come<br />
sit in a wheelchair. She said, “Listen to me. Shyamdas has<br />
passed away.”<br />
And the lila goes on. I can’t fully express all of the<br />
incredibly miraculous events that validate this truly divine<br />
soul’s passing and which continue to reverberate the magical<br />
mystery of his life. It’s beyond description. He’s beyond description.<br />
What else can we say, besides, Jai Jai Sri Radhe! Jai<br />
Jai Sri Radhe! Jai Jai Sri Radheeeeeee! Shyaaaaammmm!<br />
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Shyamdas in satsang with bhaktas<br />
during his early days in<br />
Jatipura and Gokul, and<br />
with his guruji,<br />
H.H. Goswami Śrī Prathameshji
Leading Kirtan at Bhakti Fest Midwest, 2012<br />
Satsang with Mohan and a sadhu at<br />
Ramdasji ki Gufa by the Govardhan Hill<br />
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ECSTATIC COUPLETS<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong><br />
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Shyamdas wanders<br />
the sacred lands of<br />
Vrindavan in search of<br />
the Gopis’ bhava.<br />
The yu g a l gĪt a, which I have<br />
translated and published as Ecstatic<br />
Couplets, is actually an ancient kirtan –<br />
it is a song, or gīta. Its words are in a<br />
samādhi language, uttered in a state of<br />
divine realization, and are among the<br />
most refined of Sanskrit literature. The<br />
voices are those of women – the Gopi<br />
dairymaids of Vrindavan. These highly<br />
advanced yoginis of divine love had<br />
previously accomplished all the other<br />
forms of yoga and samkhya. They had<br />
already been there and done that, and<br />
now they have come to the devotional<br />
path of bhakti to attain intimacy with<br />
the divine. They are not interested in<br />
liberation, because they are already<br />
liberated! They are no longer on the<br />
path; they have reached the destination,<br />
and this text is about what they see after<br />
having arrived. It is not about method.<br />
It doesn’t explain how to get there<br />
necessarily; it’s just about what they see<br />
and feel. That is why this text is so highly<br />
regarded. You don’t generally find it<br />
being taught, because it is too advanced,<br />
in the sense that without some context<br />
of the spiritual teachings involved in<br />
these words, you would almost think it<br />
was simply poetry or a nice story. But<br />
it is filled with deep spiritual meanings,<br />
and if we explore it deeply, with focus,<br />
perhaps we can taste a bit of the Gopis’<br />
divine mood – their bhava.<br />
Where are the Gopis at the time they<br />
sing the Ecstatic Couplets? They are in<br />
their homes. They had already reached<br />
divinity in the enchanting form of<br />
Bhagavan Shri Krishna and danced with<br />
Him. Then, as opposed to taking sannyas<br />
and becoming renunciates, or going into
samādhi, they returned home. They were<br />
not interested in gathering a following,<br />
building temples, or even in promoting<br />
dharma! They were simply interested in<br />
reveling in divine experience. The Gopis<br />
are ātmarāma – there is divine dalliance<br />
within their souls; God is playing in<br />
their hearts. And so, while sitting at<br />
home, they sang these twelve verses.<br />
Each verse is sung by a different kind<br />
of Gopi, but each is enlightened in the<br />
devotional sense. A devotee, or bhakta,<br />
is never really referred to as “liberated.”<br />
You don’t typically see the Sanskrit terms<br />
mukta and bhakta together – a liberated<br />
being and a devotee. Liberation is not<br />
on the bhakta’s radar, because what is<br />
there to be liberated from? In order to<br />
hanker after liberation, you would have<br />
to see yourself as being in bondage, and<br />
that is a dualistic view.<br />
When I first lived in India in<br />
the 1970s, I had the honor of<br />
spending time with a group of women<br />
who made flower garlands for the deities<br />
in the Krishna temple I lived in. They<br />
were renounced, talented, accomplished,<br />
knowledgeable older women who could<br />
recite the Yugal Gita and other texts in<br />
Sanskrit, Brajbhasha, Gujarati, and other<br />
languages while creating exquisitely<br />
ornate flower garlands. Every afternoon I<br />
would sit around at the table with them,<br />
and they would give me some of the<br />
easier tasks to attempt while I listened<br />
to their recitations. They had never seen<br />
anyone like me, nor had I seen anyone<br />
like them! We were in a state of mutual<br />
astonishment. We would sit around a<br />
table with a big pile of fragrant flowers<br />
in the middle: roses, jasmines, etc., and<br />
thread them onto long needles. There<br />
are different ways of interpreting the act<br />
of threading the flowers into garlands.<br />
In one way, it is like your mind being<br />
threaded into divinity. The flowers are<br />
also seen as the Lord’s beloved bhaktas<br />
being joined with Him.<br />
In the midst of this flower seva, they<br />
would regularly sing the Yugal Gita, a<br />
section of the Shrimad Bhagavatam, in<br />
its rich and complex Sanskrit entirety.<br />
This text really is a love song. Twelve<br />
different Gopis sing, each one explaining<br />
her personal experience of Krishna. The<br />
first line of each couplet explains how<br />
Krishna plays His flute, and the second<br />
line explains the effect His flute playing<br />
has upon the birds, rivers, trees, and<br />
others in Vrindavan. So, in each verse<br />
we hear about the source of it all, and<br />
then we hear what happened to the<br />
various beings fortunate enough to live<br />
in the Lila abode of Shri Krishna, the<br />
land of God’s play.<br />
The Lila abode is non-different from<br />
Krishna Himself. It is not Krishna’s<br />
Lila – the Lila is Krishna and Krishna<br />
is the Lila. Everything is pure divinity<br />
there. It is not God’s forest – the forest<br />
is God. That is an incredible distinction<br />
which is not easily understood, because<br />
we barely understand anything about<br />
Krishna, much less how Krishna can<br />
become everything, or how everything<br />
is absolutely identical. These are bhava<br />
subjects, and that is why we get together<br />
to discuss and increase our bhava<br />
however we can, whether through<br />
chanting, sharing stories, or reviewing<br />
sacred texts like the Yugal Gita.<br />
When Shri Krishna first played<br />
the flute, the blessed love yoginis<br />
imbibed nectar through sound. What<br />
distinguishes their situation now is their<br />
comprehension of the Beloved’s divine<br />
form. The Gopis who sing the Ecstatic<br />
Couplets have matured devotionally and<br />
now know that until the reward stands<br />
directly before them, nectar must nourish<br />
their souls. God’s form is clearly in their<br />
hearts, but they cannot find Him in the<br />
outside world. The discrepancy inspires<br />
an ecstatic song that returns to their<br />
ears and ripens their devotion. Their<br />
couplets reveal two nectars – the nectar<br />
of sound and the nectar of meaning –<br />
the two join and become Krishna.<br />
The evening lilas have already been<br />
explained in Shri Krishna’s Rāsa Līla.<br />
Now, to remove any doubt that the<br />
blessed Gopis are not subject to the<br />
mundane revolving wheel of samsara,<br />
the sage Shri Shukadeva explains how<br />
their absorption into God occurs<br />
through longing for Shri Krishna during<br />
the day. I present to you here verses<br />
1- 3, beginning with the introductory<br />
remarks of Shukadeva, and have also<br />
included portions of the enlightened<br />
Subodhini commentary composed by<br />
the bhakti master Shri Vallabhacharya<br />
(1479—1531ce) and the Tippani<br />
commentary of his illustrious son, Shri<br />
Vitthalnathji (1516—1586 ce) :<br />
Days of Separation<br />
Bhagavata Shloka 1<br />
Shri Shukadeva begins,<br />
When Krishna goes to the forest, the<br />
Gopis’ consciousness follows Him.<br />
Somehow they manage to pass their<br />
days of separation<br />
By praising Shri Krishna’s lila.<br />
Subodhini:<br />
The Granter of Exquisite Awareness<br />
When the guardian of constant bliss<br />
goes to the forest, the Gopis’ minds and<br />
hearts merge into Him. They are unable<br />
to grasp anything else. They are totally<br />
involved with God, their minds and<br />
hearts plunged into Krishna.<br />
Their devotion is very subtle and<br />
Unfolds in every direction.<br />
It seizes Hari’s lila –<br />
Hari of everlasting joy.<br />
It inspires them to praise Shri<br />
Krishna’s lila, His dalliance in the<br />
world. Just as Krishna Himself is perfect<br />
joy, so is His lila. To show the perfect<br />
unity between Krishna and His lila, Shri<br />
Shukadeva mentions Krishna twice in<br />
the first passage. If Shri Shukadeva had<br />
ended this passage “by praising His lila”<br />
instead of “by praising Shri Krishna’s<br />
lila,” we would understand the lila as<br />
merely connected to Krishna and not<br />
that the lila is Krishna, the embodiment<br />
of constant delight. When you realize<br />
that you are separated from Krishna’s<br />
everlasting joyful form, nothing except<br />
rejoining with that connection seems<br />
important. Yet somehow, as the Gopis<br />
manage to pass their days with their<br />
minds and hearts totally immersed in<br />
Hari’s lila, they enter Krishna awareness.<br />
While their Beloved is off in the forest,<br />
their days are spent in sweet sorrow. The<br />
Gopis hold their breath in expectation<br />
of the night, when their union with the<br />
Beloved will occur again.<br />
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Hari’s superb lila takes place after He<br />
plays the flute. In every couplet, the<br />
first stanza explains Lord’s Krishna flute<br />
playing and other activities while the<br />
second stanza reveals what happens to<br />
the beings that encounter Him. They all<br />
become nectar connoisseurs.<br />
The wives of the gods,<br />
the cows, and the rivers,<br />
The creepers and the trees as well<br />
as the birds and the clouds,<br />
Brahma and the gods, the Gopis,<br />
the deer, and the celestial singers,<br />
And, in the last two couplets,<br />
the blessed Lord Himself.<br />
The Gopis first describe the effect of<br />
the flute upon the females of Vrindavan:<br />
the gods’ wives, the cows, and the rivers.<br />
They are all obstinate [tamas]. The flute<br />
also affects the males of Vrindavan: the<br />
creepers, the trees, the birds, and the<br />
clouds. They are all passionate [rajas].<br />
The flute then affects the creator,<br />
Brahma; the Gopis; the deer; and the<br />
celestial singers, beings endowed with<br />
purity [sattva]. Everyone and everything<br />
is awakened when they hear Shri<br />
Krishna’s flute call. Its nectar confers<br />
various divine rewards.<br />
Flute-playing Krishna is totally<br />
devoted to His followers, and though<br />
He appears as a child, He is not<br />
oblivious like one. He knows Himself<br />
and understands the nature of His own<br />
elixir as well as the elixirs of those whose<br />
intellects are absorbed into Him. He<br />
removes the suffering of His beloved<br />
followers, who cannot be consoled by<br />
cool moonbeams.<br />
Before these couplets could be sung,<br />
Shri Krishna absorbed<br />
The residents of Vrindavan into<br />
the pure bliss of Brahman.<br />
Although the liberated abode,<br />
it remained incomplete for them<br />
Because it lacked personal<br />
devotion to the Beloved.<br />
Lord Krishna brought them out of<br />
that abode to grant them the joy of His<br />
Self, what is called bhajan ananda. He<br />
enabled them to enter and engage in<br />
the bliss-filled lila. He gave them the<br />
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experience of liberation to awaken their<br />
blissful nature, to purify their senses, to<br />
make the Gopis similar to the splendid<br />
goddess Lakshmi and thereby qualified<br />
for His enjoyment.<br />
Truly, only Hari enjoys –<br />
Yet, in the height of ecstasy, He is enjoyed.<br />
Two types of Gopis experience Hari’s<br />
infinite joy from head to toe. One<br />
group is called Sruti Rupas. They are<br />
personified forms of enlightenment who<br />
came to Vrindavan to directly experience<br />
the subject of their teachings. In this<br />
world they had worldly husbands. The<br />
other Gopis are called the Kumarikas,<br />
the young, unmarried virgin girls who<br />
worked for Mother Yashoda and were<br />
enlightened sages in their previous<br />
incarnations.<br />
The laws of nectar apply equally to<br />
God, to these two types of Gopis, and<br />
to all other souls. It is said that the bliss<br />
that arises between unmarried lovers is<br />
supreme. Although none of the Gopis<br />
married Krishna, the Beloved graced<br />
them by taking on as many forms as<br />
there were Gopis, and each manifestation<br />
was in accordance with their individual<br />
natures and their abilities to taste His<br />
nectar and never-ending acts of love.<br />
In the lila, the Gopis’ bodies and senses<br />
are spiritual. To make them fit for<br />
the joys of His encounter, the Blessed<br />
One first touched them with the bliss<br />
of Brahman and then absorbed them<br />
into His amazing play. The Upanishads<br />
explain, “He is full of rasa.” Truly, God<br />
comprises sheer ecstasy. Shri Krishna’s<br />
actions, lilas, and forms are all ecstatic.<br />
The yoginis of love, who live in<br />
Vrindavan, Lord Krishna’s abode,<br />
taste elixir that is not known to even<br />
the gods’ wives. It is experienced in<br />
this world wherever the joys of Hari’s<br />
worship are revealed. The Gopis<br />
are the gurus of lila realization and<br />
worship the Beloved with intense,<br />
profound bhava. They understand the<br />
nature of rasa. Men who can fathom<br />
the Gopis’ blessed devotion may enter<br />
their joyful devotional world and<br />
peer into the eternal activities. The<br />
Ecstatic Couplets allow us glimpses<br />
into the Gopi-Krishna lila. We begin<br />
our devotional story with the song of<br />
one very determined Gopi, who sings<br />
about the profound effects the sound<br />
of Lord Krishna’s flute had upon some<br />
of the wives of the gods.<br />
The Goddesses<br />
Bhagavata Shlokas 2–3<br />
O Gopis! When Mukunda,<br />
the Lord of Liberation,<br />
Rests His left cheek on His left shoulder,<br />
He raises His right eyebrow and places<br />
the flute on His lower lip.<br />
He then gently runs His fingers along its<br />
path of holes and plays enchantingly.<br />
When the wives of the gods, the devis,<br />
who are coursing through the sky in their<br />
Celestial chariots with their perfected<br />
husbands hear Krishna’s call,<br />
They become spellbound.<br />
They dedicate their minds and<br />
hearts to the path of love.<br />
Experiencing shame as the ties<br />
at their waists loosen,<br />
they are distraught and swoon.<br />
Subodhini:<br />
The Granter of Exquisite Awareness<br />
The Gopi singing here has attained<br />
the joy of Krishna’s worship. She<br />
comprehends the flute’s call, Shri<br />
Krishna’s venu nada, and because<br />
women are foremost in devotion, the<br />
wives of the gods are mentioned first.<br />
She explains:<br />
“Just see! The moment my Beloved<br />
starts to play the flute, the goddesses who<br />
cruise the sky in celestial chariots faint. The<br />
sound of Shri Krishna’s flute is fivefold,<br />
depending on the way He holds it.<br />
When the flute is held to the left,<br />
it awakens passion in women.<br />
When it is held to the right, it awakens<br />
passion in both men and women.<br />
It awakens passion in the gods<br />
when it is raised upward.<br />
When held downward it creates passion<br />
in the birds and the beasts.<br />
When held straight it<br />
awakens everything,<br />
be it conscious or unconscious.
“To awaken the wives of the gods, Hari<br />
holds the flute to the left. The question<br />
arises: ‘Since the goddesses are superior<br />
to humans, how can a sound coming<br />
from the human realm infatuate them?’<br />
“O friends! Understand that Lord<br />
Krishna not only played the flute but<br />
also raised His eyebrow. That eyebrow<br />
is said to be ‘the abode of the creator<br />
Brahma.’ If His raised eyebrow can<br />
bring forth creation, then what can be<br />
said of its effect upon a few goddesses?<br />
Krishna’s lila play is divine theater. His<br />
every movement brings enthusiasm<br />
and fills me with the joys of devotion,<br />
with bhava. When my Hari puts His<br />
left cheek to His left shoulder and then<br />
raises His right eyebrow, He becomes<br />
spellbinding!<br />
“Now, concerning that flute. When<br />
He placed it on His lower lip, the abode<br />
of yearning, it did not confer supreme<br />
joy upon any goddess in Heaven – it<br />
merely aroused their passions. When<br />
they heard the flute, they experienced<br />
the anguish of separation but could<br />
not imbibe the bliss of God’s lila. If my<br />
Beloved had only applied a bit more<br />
pressure to the holes when He played,<br />
the result could have been different.<br />
But that is not what He did. Instead,<br />
Shri Krishna gently placed His fingers<br />
along the length of the flute and played<br />
a gentle song. For nectar to arise, the<br />
flute must first be played softly in the<br />
lower scale. Medium pressure creates<br />
the middle octave, and only when the<br />
holes of the flute are pressed hard is<br />
the higher scale achieved.”<br />
The Gopi who sings this song<br />
peers into God’s playground.<br />
Possessed, she knows the subtleties<br />
of His playground and of His flute<br />
playing. She beholds the primal cause<br />
behind it all is Mukunda, the granter<br />
of enlightenment, at the very least. The<br />
call of His flute cleanses the world and<br />
grants liberation. It purifies the blessed<br />
ones, consecrates them and makes them<br />
worthy of His joyful worship.<br />
The Gopi continues, “When the<br />
goddesses in their celestial chariots<br />
heard the flute, imperfect desires arose.<br />
They are qualified as women,<br />
They are worthy to be enjoyed,<br />
But they do not have<br />
the principal qualification<br />
To taste God.<br />
“Sitting with their godlike husbands,<br />
those goddesses can grant everything<br />
except God. Although excellent<br />
singers, when they first heard the<br />
flute’s song they became dismayed and<br />
aroused. They were ashamed that their<br />
husbands, who were sitting with them,<br />
would notice their increasing desires.<br />
They could not understand the subtle<br />
transcendent lila and took the shelter of<br />
mundane Cupid. Their confused minds<br />
and hearts were offered there, placed<br />
like a coward before a killer. Distraught<br />
by tormenting passions, some of them<br />
even fainted, totally unaware of their<br />
loosened drawstrings. My friend! If the<br />
flute can have such an overwhelming<br />
effect on those goddesses, why should<br />
it be of any surprise if we also swoon<br />
from its call?”<br />
Shyamdas has lived in Vraj, the sacred<br />
lands of Shri Radha Krishna, for most<br />
of his life and has written and translated<br />
many books on devotional subjects.<br />
http://shyamdas.com/<br />
Shri Krishna dances the Rasa Lila with the Gopis. Everyone and everything is awakened when they hear Shri Krishna’s flute call.<br />
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Śrī Govardhan Nāthjī, beloved Kŗšņa deity of the poet Rasakhān, ornamented here in a dancer’s garb<br />
with Śrī Navanita Priyaji, Child Kŗšņa “Who loves fresh butter,” at His lotus feet.<br />
RASAKHĀN<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong><br />
Introduction<br />
It is said that in the state of spiritual<br />
love, one can remain without the<br />
Beloved for up to one day, but when that<br />
love rises to the level of attachment, the<br />
lover can remain apart from the Beloved<br />
for only a few hours. When attachment<br />
matures into divine addiction, that<br />
blessed lover cannot be separated from<br />
the Beloved for even a moment.<br />
These sublime states of being define<br />
the course of blessed devotion and the<br />
poet-saint Rasakhān’s personal path.<br />
Devotion, or more specifically, bhakti,<br />
is nourished by renunciation of what<br />
is unrelated, by listening to devotional<br />
subjects, and by singing your heart out to<br />
God with unconditional devotion. These<br />
are the foundational principles of úràmad<br />
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Vallabhacharya’s (ad 1479-1531 ce) Path<br />
of Grace, the Puüôà Márga.<br />
úrà Gusainji (úrà Vitthalnathji), the<br />
son of úrà Vallabhacharya and guru<br />
of Rasakhān, continued his father’s<br />
teachings and also brought forth new<br />
elements in the elaborate mode of divine<br />
service to úrà Käüóa, called sevá. This<br />
form of sevá is dedicated solely to úrà<br />
Käüóa’s pleasure. It was being practiced<br />
in úrà Nathji’s temple on the Govardhan<br />
Hill when Rasakhān arrived there around<br />
ad 1561. Rasakhān (c. 1534-1619) was<br />
among the exalted group of úrà Gusainji’s<br />
252 main disciples, the grace-filled souls<br />
who were the principle recipients of the<br />
Bhakti master’s devotional vision.<br />
According to the Path of Grace, úrà Käüóa<br />
adapts to the nature of His devotees, for it is<br />
too difficult to achieve perfection through<br />
one’s own narrow means. This truth comes<br />
as a relief for the spiritual practitioner, or<br />
bhakta. úrà Käüóa plays with His own souls<br />
in a personal way, so that each is able to<br />
clearly recognize Divinity.<br />
The life story of Rasakhān provides<br />
a convincing example of that profound<br />
process. The divine exchange also allows<br />
the practitioner to truly take refuge, and<br />
then an array of religious experiences<br />
arises. It is not a question of skillful<br />
means, but rather intense yearning,<br />
which brings the Supreme into the<br />
practitioner’s world. This formula<br />
allows true character to develop, often<br />
in unusual ways, as witnessed in the life<br />
of Rasakhān.<br />
The foundations of both lawful and<br />
grace-filled devotion (Maryádá and Puüôi<br />
Bhakti) are found within the Sanskrit<br />
teachings of the Bhagavad Gàtá. These<br />
teachings were then more fully revealed<br />
in the úràmad Bhágavatam. Rasakhān,<br />
a Muslim-born, ecstatic Käüóa follower,<br />
was able to uniquely express through<br />
his poetry the sublime devotional views<br />
found in those texts. Rasakhān’s lyrical<br />
expressions grant us access to his ecstatic<br />
realm: úrà Käüóa’s playground – the sacred<br />
lands of Vraja. His instructional poems<br />
teach us to prioritize our values, making<br />
them devotional and focused on divinity.<br />
Then, there can be transformation and<br />
vision.<br />
In Rasakhān’s world, the Go pàs are<br />
the gurus. They have demonstrated<br />
how to leave everything unnecessary<br />
and move directly toward the Beloved.<br />
The Gopàs provide the best examples<br />
of devotion, because above all else, they<br />
desired the Lord of Sweetness. They<br />
simply forgot all other illusions and<br />
became solely attached to God. They<br />
became recipients of nirodha, the blessed<br />
state of continual God-awareness. Their<br />
every motion and emotion was perfectly<br />
fixated on úrà Käüóa.<br />
Rasakhān entered deeply into the Gopàs’<br />
realizations and sometimes even described<br />
his experiences from their vantage point.<br />
His poems are filled with astounding<br />
sounds, meanings, and unexpected<br />
conclusions, all of which propel the reader<br />
into a “Käüóa awakening.”<br />
Throughout Rasakhān’s work, the<br />
diversity of his beloved Käüóa’s loving<br />
plays and sublime character unfold.<br />
He leads us from Child Käüóa’s<br />
adorable antics to úrà Käüóa’s ultimate<br />
union with the beautiful Rádhá. He
employs emotions that are common<br />
in the world, but finds in them their<br />
eternal, divine counterparts.<br />
Rasakhān is not interested in enlightenment,<br />
a path which he considers<br />
selfish. Instead, he urges us to find<br />
our true essence as eternal parts of<br />
the Infinite and to become followers<br />
of the Lord, lovers of the Beloved. In<br />
his inimitable style, Rasakhān uses úrà<br />
Käüóa’s own tongue of Vrája Bháüá to<br />
express the Blessed Path as well as its<br />
divine goal. He shows us that whenever<br />
there is pure love, the means becomes<br />
the reward. As Rasakhān explains, once<br />
you are in God’s orbit, you cannot forget<br />
Him, even if you try.<br />
Rasakhān’s rhyme and alliteration<br />
make his poems delightful just to hear.<br />
His language, although set in a village<br />
vernacular, is elegant and witty. He is<br />
famous for concluding his poems with<br />
an unexpected revelation. His writings<br />
are precious, as they are infused with<br />
insights that inspire us to join him on a<br />
love pilgrimage to a domain beyond even<br />
liberation. The astonishing is found in<br />
the ordinary as Rasakhān celebrates the<br />
joys of úrà Käüóa’s loving worship.<br />
Rasakhān’s remarkable poems have<br />
always been an inspiration to me.<br />
I live for some months every year in the<br />
town of Gokul, where Rasakhān lived,<br />
as well as in Jatipura, where úrà Nathji’s<br />
temple stands on top of the sacred<br />
Govardhan Hill. It was here in Jatipura<br />
that Rasakhān first beheld his beloved<br />
Käüóa and his guru, úrà Gusainji.<br />
This text was completed with the<br />
help of Dr. David Haberman and Käüóa<br />
Kinkari, both lovers of Rasakhān’s<br />
revelations and the sacred lands of Vraja.<br />
I have had the pleasure of wandering<br />
Vraja with both of them; our respect<br />
and love for Rasakhān’s poetry brought<br />
us together.<br />
What incredible truths Rasakhān<br />
discovered! He was truly independent,<br />
and his words inspire us to find our own<br />
unique relationship with the Supreme.<br />
He gives us the confidence that it could<br />
happen for us as well. Personally, I feel<br />
aligned with Rasakhān. Like me, he<br />
was born outside of Hindu society, yet<br />
he penetrated its core. He consciously<br />
rejected anything from Hindu and<br />
Islamic tradition that was not true to<br />
the dharma of his own soul.<br />
In devotion, the fastest way to<br />
understand something is through<br />
emulating the ways of someone who<br />
has already attained the exalted state.<br />
I have chosen Rasakhān as my guide<br />
and inspiration. These translations of<br />
his poems are my personal salute to his<br />
rarified attainments.<br />
The Life of Rasakhān<br />
Taken from 252 Vaishnavas, Part 3<br />
Rasakhān is a ra j a s bhakta, and in<br />
the Làlá he is Rasasiddha. He was<br />
born in this world as a Muslim in Delhi.<br />
Rasakhān was very attracted to the son<br />
of a wealthy Hindu merchant and could<br />
not remain without him. He would eat the<br />
remains of whatever that boy ate or drank.<br />
He was totally infatuated with him. The<br />
other members of Rasakhān’s clan were<br />
disturbed by this and questioned, “Why<br />
do you eat the leftovers of that Hindu<br />
boy? You are an outcast.”<br />
Rasakhān replied, “What can I do?<br />
But if you say another word to me<br />
on the subject, I will kill you.” People<br />
feared Rasakhān, and he continued his<br />
relationship with the Hindu boy for<br />
many years.<br />
Once, two bhaktas visited Delhi, and<br />
after observing Rasakhān they mentioned<br />
to each other, “Rasakhān’s attachment to<br />
that Hindu boy truly demonstrates the<br />
meaning of attachment. He cannot live<br />
without that boy and always chases after<br />
him. Rasakhān is not only shameless but<br />
also unconcerned about what others think<br />
about him. Anyone who can develop that<br />
level of attachment to God would attain<br />
spiritual perfection in a moment.”<br />
Meanwhile, the love-intoxicated<br />
Rasakhān was standing nearby and<br />
suspected that the two men were<br />
speaking about him. He approached<br />
them and asked, “Were you just talking<br />
about me?”<br />
The two bhaktas became concerned<br />
and replied, “We were just talking to<br />
each other.”<br />
Rasakhān threatened, “Tell me the<br />
truth and I will let you live, otherwise I<br />
will kill you both. Now tell me what you<br />
were saying!”<br />
Rasakhān then pulled out a knife, and<br />
the two terrified men began to explain,<br />
“We were just saying that if you could<br />
be as attached to úrà Nathji as you are<br />
to that Hindu boy, you would become<br />
devotionally enlightened.”<br />
“Who is this úrà Nathji you speak of?”<br />
Rasakhān asked. “I know nothing about<br />
Him.”<br />
“This entire world is just a part of His<br />
manifestation,” one of the bhaktas said.<br />
When Rasakhān questioned, “How<br />
can I know Him?” one of the men<br />
pulled a small painting of úrà Nathji<br />
from his turban. In this painting,<br />
the Blessed Lord was adorned with a<br />
peacock-feather crown and the garb of<br />
a dancer. As soon as Rasakhān saw the<br />
painting, his heart became wed to úrà<br />
Nathji, and tears poured from his eyes.<br />
At that moment, all of his infatuation<br />
with the Hindu boy vanished.<br />
The great teacher, úrà Harirayaji later<br />
commented: In this account it is shown<br />
that attachment is a very important part of<br />
the devotional dharma. Pure attachment,<br />
even to something worldly, can transform<br />
itself and lead the soul to God. Rasakhān’s<br />
attachment to that Hindu boy was pure,<br />
and therefore he was able to transfer it to<br />
úrà Nathji.<br />
Rasakhān immediately questioned,<br />
“Where does this Lord live?”<br />
The bhaktas replied, “He lives in<br />
Braja.”<br />
Rasakhān then demanded, “Give me<br />
that painting so that I will never forget<br />
Him.”<br />
The bhakta reflected, “This Rasakhān<br />
appears to be a divine soul, otherwise<br />
how could his mind and heart become<br />
transformed and so attracted to úrà<br />
Nathji?” He gave the painting of úrà<br />
Nathji to Rasakhān, who immediately<br />
headed out toward Braja.<br />
Wherever he came across a<br />
temple, Rasakhān would go inside<br />
to see if the Lord depicted in the<br />
painting was there, but he could not find<br />
úrà Nathji anywhere. When Rasakhān<br />
eventually arrived in Braja, he first went<br />
to Vrindavan and then Mathura. He<br />
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looked everywhere for úrà Nathji, but<br />
he could not find Him in any temple.<br />
Finally, he went to the Govardhan Hill.<br />
As he climbed up toward úrà Nathji’s<br />
temple, a call sounded from the temple<br />
for úrà Nathji’s flower garland to be<br />
brought to the temple. Many other<br />
bhaktas also made their way up the<br />
hill to see úrà Nathji. Rasakhān was so<br />
excited that he started to run up the<br />
Govardhan Hill, but when he reached<br />
the temple gates, the door guard, a local<br />
Braja man, pushed him aside and did<br />
not allow him entrance.<br />
Rasakhān then sadly climbed down<br />
the hill and went to the Govinda Lake,<br />
where he pondered, “I was allowed into<br />
every other Hindu temple, but not this<br />
one. I am sure that úrà Nathji lives here,<br />
but He is well protected.”<br />
Rasakhān just sat by the Govinda<br />
Lake and gazed toward úrà Nathji’s<br />
temple. He vowed to himself, “I will not<br />
go anywhere until I see Him.” Rasakhān<br />
was unaware of hunger or thirst. He just<br />
sat there for two days.<br />
On the third day, after úrà Nathji’s<br />
midday Rájá Bhoga darshan, when the<br />
temple was closed for the afternoon, úrà<br />
Nathji reflected, “This Rasakhān is not<br />
even aware of his body. He has not eaten<br />
anything for three days and will leave his<br />
body if I do not do something.”<br />
úrà Nathji became filled with<br />
compassion. He took off all of His ornamentation<br />
and adorned Himself exactly<br />
as He appeared in Rasakhān’s painting.<br />
Then, accompanied by His band of cow<br />
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lads, úrà Nathji climbed to the top of the<br />
Govardhan Hill and began to play His<br />
flute. As soon as Rasakhān heard the call,<br />
He recognized that it was his Lord. When<br />
he looked up and saw úrà Nathji, he knew,<br />
“That is Him!”<br />
He then ran up the hill, chasing after<br />
úrà Nathji. When Rasakhān tried to<br />
grab Him, the Blessed Lord disappeared<br />
from his sight and went to Gokul to<br />
discuss the matter with úrà Gusainji.<br />
At that time, úrà Gusainji had just<br />
taken his meals and was napping. úrà<br />
Nathji appeared in úrà Gusainji’s room<br />
and awoke the bhakti master by stroking<br />
his hair. When úrà Gusainji got up and<br />
saw úrà Nathji beside him, he placed his<br />
hand on úrà Nathji’s face and said to<br />
him in Sanskrit, “You are the Remover<br />
of Your followers’ afflictions.”<br />
rà Nathji then told úrà Gusainji,<br />
ú“There<br />
is one divine soul whose<br />
name is Rasakhān. Although he was<br />
born as a Muslim, he desires to know<br />
Me and has been fasting by the Govinda<br />
Lake for three days. He has not eaten<br />
or even taken any water. Today, when I<br />
gave him My darùan, He tried to grab<br />
Me. I ran away and came to discuss this<br />
matter with you. Now you should come<br />
up to My temple on the Govardhan Hill<br />
and initiate Rasakhān. Accept him.”<br />
úrà Gusainji then asked, “Why did<br />
You run away from him?”<br />
úrà Nathji explained, “I have promised<br />
to only touch, speak to, and accept<br />
the food offered by those souls whom<br />
you have initiated with the Brahmá<br />
Sambandha mantra. I will not give those<br />
blessings without your intervention.”<br />
úrà Gusainji was pleased to hear the<br />
Blessed Lord’s words. He quickly got<br />
up, went to the banks of the Yamuna<br />
River, and took a boat across. On the<br />
other side of the river, he mounted his<br />
horse, rode toward the Govardhan Hill,<br />
and proceeded directly to the Govinda<br />
Lake, where Rasakhān was sitting.<br />
As soon as Rasakhān saw úrà Gusainji,<br />
he thought, “This man who just got<br />
down from his horse seems to be a close<br />
friend of my Lord Who lives on top of<br />
the Govardhan Hill.” He approached úrà<br />
Gusainji and said, “My Lord lives in that<br />
house on the Hill. I am very attached to<br />
Him. I also know that you are his close<br />
associate. If you would let me meet<br />
Him, that would be truly grand.”<br />
úrà Gusainji was delighted with<br />
Rasakhān’s words and asked him, “How<br />
do you know that He is my friend?”<br />
Rasakhān replied, “When you came<br />
here, I saw that your eyes were fixated<br />
on His temple.”<br />
úrà Gusainji then told him, “Now<br />
bathe in the Govinda Lake.”<br />
After Rasakhān returned from his bath,<br />
the bhakti master gave him initiation<br />
into the Path of Grace. úrà Gusainji<br />
told his assistant to take Rasakhān up<br />
to the temple, and he himself climbed<br />
up to úrà Nathji’s temple and sounded<br />
the awakening conch. After the temple<br />
opened, úrà Gusainji prepared some<br />
fruits for úrà Nathji’s early afternoon<br />
Shyamdasji’s guru,<br />
H.H. Shri Prathameshji,<br />
performing his daily<br />
sandhya and homa rites.
offering. A short while later, Rasakhān<br />
entered úrà Nathji’s temple and was<br />
delighted to once again behold his<br />
Beloved úrà Nathji.<br />
As Rasakhān was leaving the temple,<br />
úrà Nathji came out of His shrine room,<br />
grabbed hold of Rasakhān’s arm and said,<br />
“Hey you! Where are you going?”<br />
From that day on, whenever úrà<br />
Nathji went out to herd His cows,<br />
He always took Rasakhān with Him.<br />
Rasakhān composed hundreds of poems<br />
about the divine experiences úrà Nathji<br />
blessed him with. Rasakhān went on to<br />
attain the perfect devotion exemplified<br />
by the Gopàs of Vrindavan. He was úrà<br />
Gusainji’s blessed follower. To what<br />
extent can this account be praised?<br />
Selections from<br />
The Poems of Rasakhān<br />
Treasure House of Love<br />
Translated by Shyamdas,<br />
Krishna Kinkari & David Haberman,<br />
Edited by Vallabhdas,<br />
© Pratham Peeth Publications 2007<br />
Shiva chants Krishna’s names and<br />
the Creator meditates on Him<br />
to increase his own dharma.<br />
If the unconscious fool<br />
contemplates Him for a moment<br />
in his heart, he becomes<br />
a repository of wisdom.<br />
The gods, demons, and<br />
women of this world<br />
offer Him their lives and<br />
discover the vitality of life.<br />
But the dairymaids of<br />
Vrindavan can make Him<br />
dance for a sip of buttermilk<br />
from the palm of their hands!<br />
f<br />
The gods Shesh, Ganesh, Mahesh,<br />
Suresh and Dinesh<br />
constantly sing of Him<br />
Who is beginningless,<br />
endless, unlimited,<br />
indestructible, void of difference,<br />
and revealed in the Vedas.<br />
Narada, Sukha and Vyasa<br />
are exhausted<br />
from searching for Him.<br />
They can never fathom<br />
His limits.<br />
But the dairymaids of<br />
Vrindavan can make Him<br />
dance for a sip of buttermilk<br />
from the palm of their hands!<br />
f<br />
Celestial nymphs and<br />
heavenly bards<br />
hear and then sing<br />
His praises.<br />
Sharada and the<br />
serpant god Shesh<br />
all sing His glories.<br />
Ganesh recites His<br />
innumerable names<br />
while Brahma and Shiva<br />
cannot fathom His limits.<br />
Yogis, renunciates,<br />
ascetics and the pure saints<br />
meditate on Him<br />
in endless trance.<br />
But the dairymaids of<br />
Vrindavan can make Him<br />
dance for a sip of buttermilk<br />
from the palm of their hands!<br />
f<br />
Brahma and the other gods<br />
always meditate on Him.<br />
The yogis cannot find His end.<br />
The thousand-headed serpent Shesha<br />
chants His Names from<br />
morning to night, and then<br />
from night to morning.<br />
The great sage Narada<br />
searches for Him<br />
Traversing the world<br />
playing his vina.<br />
But the dairymaids of<br />
Vrindavan can make Him<br />
dance for a sip of buttermilk<br />
from the palm of their hands!<br />
f<br />
Krishna’s elephant gait,<br />
gunja bead necklace,<br />
and peacock crown<br />
totally delights my mind.<br />
He is the swarthy son of Nanda<br />
and everyone calls him<br />
the “Champion of Vraja.”<br />
He is simply the best,<br />
the adornment of His clan<br />
and I cannot adequately<br />
describe His splendor.<br />
But the dairymaids of<br />
Vrindavan can make Him<br />
dance for a sip of buttermilk<br />
from the palm of their hands!<br />
f<br />
Searching for Brahman<br />
I have searched for<br />
the Supreme Brahman<br />
in the Puranic songs.<br />
From listening to Vedic verse<br />
my desire for Him<br />
has increased fourfold.<br />
But nowhere have I<br />
ever seen or even heard<br />
of His real form or nature.<br />
Cries Rasakhān,<br />
“I am exhausted from my<br />
calls and search.<br />
No man or woman<br />
can even describe Him!<br />
Then I beheld Him, Krishna<br />
sitting in a secret love-bower,<br />
massaging Radha’s feet.”<br />
f<br />
True use of the Body<br />
The true voice<br />
sings His praises.<br />
The true ear is filled<br />
with His words.<br />
The true hand<br />
adorns His body.<br />
The true feet follow Him.<br />
The true life accompanies Him.<br />
The true honor is<br />
comforting Him<br />
Who is Rasakhān,<br />
the Fountain of Joy,<br />
The storehouse of love,<br />
the blissful Krishna.<br />
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Shyamdas with H.H. Shri Prathameshji in Vermont 1989<br />
OCEAN OF<br />
GRACE<br />
From the Introduction to the book<br />
Ocean of Grace: The Teachings of<br />
H.H. Shri Prathameshji<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong><br />
had the extreme pleasure of<br />
I living with His Holiness Goswami<br />
Prathameshji, a direct descendant of<br />
úrà Vallabhacharya and the head of the<br />
first seat of the Vallabh Sampradaya,<br />
for eighteen years. Although his<br />
physical form disappeared from<br />
this world in 1990, Prathameshji’s<br />
devotional teachings remain with us.<br />
His knowledge was vast. He was a<br />
pundit of Äyurveda, Vedánta, as well<br />
as the úràmad Bhágavatam. He was<br />
a master of Sanskrit, Urdu, Gujarati,<br />
and Brajabhasha languages and an<br />
accomplished classical musician.<br />
Prathameshji masterfully played<br />
the tabla and pakhavaja drums,<br />
harmonium, sitar, flute, and even<br />
sarangi, but most of all, it is the way<br />
he sang Dhrupada-Dhamar devotional<br />
kirtan songs that still resonates<br />
throughout my being. He was a<br />
master of “Lila kirtan.” His life and<br />
songs emerged from the eternal realm<br />
and somehow manifested here in this<br />
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world. His being was full of Lilamood.<br />
As he once told me, “To sing<br />
of the Lilas of Hari is the fastest flight<br />
to God.”<br />
On the evening of His Holiness’ birth<br />
in 1930, the outline of úrà Käüóa’s lotus<br />
footprints appeared, in red powder, on<br />
the floor of his father’s temple courtyard<br />
in Jatipura. His father, Goswami<br />
Dwarkeshji Maharaja, commented at<br />
that time, “He will certainly be a very<br />
powerful lineage holder.” By the time<br />
His Holiness was fifteen, he was already<br />
an accomplished pundit, speaker, and<br />
musician. I had the fortune of meeting<br />
him in his home in Jatipura, near<br />
Vrindavan, when he was forty-three<br />
years old. I was nineteen.<br />
His Holiness gave me many teachings<br />
and amazing explanations of his lineage,<br />
the blessed Path of Grace. Whenever<br />
he spoke, the meaning of the words<br />
filled my heart. My greatest pleasure<br />
was to be around him. Some years later,<br />
having noticed that His Holiness kept<br />
many accomplished scholars, musicians,<br />
Ayurvedic doctors, and artists around<br />
him, I asked him, “Why do you keep<br />
me around?”<br />
He answered, “Your position here is<br />
to simply hang out and shoot the breeze<br />
with me!” I felt very blessed to be given<br />
that appointment. After living with<br />
Goswami Prathameshji for several years<br />
and reflecting upon his empowerments,<br />
I came to understand that the most<br />
important thing is not how much you<br />
know, but how to apply your wisdom<br />
to devotion.<br />
A conversation between<br />
His Holiness and Shyamdas<br />
Shyamdas When does mánasà sevá<br />
(constant, natural mental absorption<br />
into the Lord) occur: in the state of love,<br />
attachment, or addiction to the Lord?<br />
HH It can appear anywhere. It is free of<br />
all restrictions.<br />
SD What is the difference between the<br />
yogi’s samádhi, the perfect meditative<br />
absorption, and the bhakta’s mánasà sevá?<br />
HH There is a difference. The yogi takes<br />
samádhi for his own benefit, while the<br />
bhakta enters the state of mánasà sevá for<br />
the Lord’s pleasure. The yogi forgets himself,<br />
while the bhakta remembers himself.<br />
Since the Primal Being has created<br />
everything, why waste time making<br />
distinctions? He is all three forms:<br />
ádhideva (Divine Person), ádhyátmika<br />
(formless spiritual force), and ádhibhâta<br />
(the manifested world).<br />
One who has not seen the Divine Person<br />
will deny that He exists, while those who<br />
have seen Him will confirm His reality. úrà<br />
Käüóa is both the first person’s concept of<br />
non-existence as well as the other person’s<br />
devotional realization, but the former, the<br />
pure formless Brahman, is not the goal of<br />
devotional practice.<br />
SD When Sanatan Goswami insulted<br />
the formless abode, the goal of the<br />
impersonalist, by saying that it was not<br />
worthy of attainment, úrà Vallabhacharya<br />
corrected him. He told Sanatan Goswami<br />
that he should not insult the formless,<br />
because it is one of the forms of the Lord.<br />
Sanatan Goswami’s guru, úrà Chaitanya,<br />
agreed with úrà Vallabhacharya and<br />
reprimanded his disciple.<br />
HH But we are able to give loving insults<br />
to Sákára, the Supreme with form during<br />
the festival of Holi, so what is wrong with<br />
insulting the formless? [Laughter]<br />
SD That is all on a divinely inspired level,<br />
but what about on the philosophical<br />
level?<br />
HH On the level of non-dual,
Brahmaváda philosophy, in which<br />
everything is God and nothing but God,<br />
what can be wrong with the formless?<br />
Why should there be a distinction of<br />
higher and lower? That cannot exist in<br />
the state of love.<br />
Those who believe only in the<br />
formless sometimes insult people who<br />
worship the divine form, and vice<br />
versa. It’s that type of relationship.<br />
They fight and then love each other,<br />
something like how a husband and wife<br />
or brothers quarrel. What can you do?<br />
Even after a disagreement, they still live<br />
together! The same is true here. In this<br />
respect, úrà Vallabhacharya is extremely<br />
broadminded and difficult to fully<br />
comprehend. Know that true dharma<br />
exists within the devotional heart,<br />
not in the brain. úrà Vallabhacharya<br />
was able to accept every situation that<br />
occurred within the world as God’s<br />
sport, something many others had<br />
difficulty doing.<br />
SD Why wasn’t there a teacher like him<br />
before?<br />
HH Why should we worry about that?<br />
When Bhagavan wishes, it all occurs.<br />
That is the only answer. Some years back<br />
there were no potatoes in India, and now,<br />
they have come. If you get too caught up<br />
in how they came, then you will not be<br />
able to even enjoy the ones that are here.<br />
Besides, what explanation can you really<br />
give? It will just end up spinning you all<br />
around. What is the use?<br />
SD In order to reach Lord Käüóa, isn’t it<br />
necessary to first go through the formless<br />
spiritual realm?<br />
HH The only order is the Lord’s call. If<br />
a worldly person in a position of power<br />
is able to grant things, then imagine what<br />
the Lord can do! He is the power of all<br />
powers, the regulator and the regulations,<br />
the practitioner and the practice. He<br />
is all forms, above and below. He can<br />
make us sit anywhere. If He wants to<br />
give a promotion, He simply does. For<br />
this reason, one should never be jealous.<br />
The Lord can say, “Even though you are<br />
a perfected yogi, when you come to Me,<br />
you will have to bow.”<br />
You have to follow His rules, just like<br />
you have to follow the rules of the world.<br />
Imagine that you are a big pundit, much<br />
more knowledgeable than even your<br />
father. Still, when you come to your father,<br />
you must give him respect, because that is<br />
the code. There is no other way, unless you<br />
want to change the entire arrangement,<br />
and then the whole structure could fall<br />
down. Why make it fall?<br />
SD You would have to accept that the<br />
outer form of the Path of Grace changes<br />
with time. In the future it will change<br />
some more. For instance, today there is<br />
electricity in the temples. Before, the only<br />
light was from ghee lamps.<br />
HH Yes, there is a difference between<br />
moonlight and a bulb. That will remain. If<br />
you want to see the forest in the moonlight,<br />
would you place a lot of lamps there? Of<br />
course not! It would ruin everything. We<br />
are now able to create such disturbances,<br />
but light’s soft sweetness is found more in<br />
a candle or ghee lamp then in a glaring<br />
bulb. People leave their homes to visit the<br />
jungle; their nature compels them to.<br />
Movie producers may spend millions<br />
in order to create the proper mood, so<br />
that, for example, we will believe that the<br />
actress in the movie is really Cleopatra.<br />
Within the world, there are atoms, and<br />
from them we have been able to produce<br />
atomic power. The bhakta creates things<br />
from common reality that will enable him<br />
or her to grasp the divine reality.<br />
SD In sevá, what is the difference between<br />
the means and the fruit in terms of our<br />
devotional sentiments?<br />
HH If you are going to Bombay from<br />
Calcutta, on the way you will pass the<br />
Nagpur station. There you might stop<br />
and drink some coconut milk, but you<br />
will not forget that your actual goal is to<br />
reach Bombay.<br />
SD If you see someone else drinking<br />
coconut milk in the Nagpur station,<br />
should you remind him to continue on<br />
to Bombay instead of drinking coconut<br />
milk?<br />
HH Well, if he drinks too much coconut<br />
milk for too long, he may forget whether<br />
he is there to drink coconut milk or just<br />
stopping there on the way to Bombay.<br />
SD And if the train leaves?<br />
HH He stays in Nagpur.<br />
SD And if another train comes?<br />
HH If his goal is forgotten, then he<br />
remains in Nagpur.<br />
SD If you see such a stray person in<br />
Nagpur station without a ticket, should<br />
you provide him with one?<br />
HH If he wants to go, then give him a<br />
ticket.<br />
SD But is the soul able to give the ticket,<br />
or only God?<br />
HH Only when the Lord inspires both the<br />
giver and the receiver can it occur. In the<br />
same way, people are inspired to manifest<br />
dharma.<br />
SD So there should be no anxious feelings<br />
to reach Bombay. Can’t one enjoy the<br />
journey?<br />
HH Yes. Those who are in a hurry will not<br />
enjoy the journey. If I am flying in a plane,<br />
my goal is to reach the destination. The<br />
plane’s goal is to fly in the air. Whatever<br />
one’s goal is, so they achieve. What do<br />
you want to do, to drink coconut milk or<br />
reach Bombay?<br />
SD Both.<br />
HH You must make up your mind, which<br />
one do you really want?<br />
SD In the Path of Grace, can’t you have<br />
both? If you have no nourishment, then<br />
how can there be grace?<br />
HH The goal is grace. If eating prevents<br />
you from reaching your goal, then don’t<br />
eat. If eating takes you there, then eat.<br />
SD So people may spend lifetimes at<br />
many stations before reaching.<br />
HH Yes. After one destination is reached,<br />
then another is seen. But with proper faith<br />
and conviction, the proper destination can<br />
be known.<br />
SD According to Brahmaváda, which<br />
teaches that all is God and nothing but<br />
God, all the stations – Calcutta, Nagpura<br />
and Bombay – are Brahman. And so, are<br />
there no real distinctions between the fruit<br />
and the means?<br />
HH A fruitful outlook, directed toward<br />
the true destination, overcomes all false<br />
distinctions.<br />
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THE GOVARDHAN LĪLĀ<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong><br />
úrà Käüóa transforms the minds and hearts of the cowherds, so that they became totally focused on divinity<br />
úRÅ KÉûîA and the other residents<br />
of Braja were dairy people who<br />
lived on milk products from their cows.<br />
They concluded that their happiness<br />
and well-being were entirely dependent<br />
upon the rain, which nourished the grass<br />
their cows consumed. As a result, over<br />
the years the people of Braja developed<br />
a tradition of honoring the rain god,<br />
Indra. Every fall they offered Indra a<br />
sacrifice, with the limited expectation<br />
that the rain-god would supply them<br />
with sufficient rainfall.<br />
For six years, úrà Käüóa watched the<br />
cowherds perform the sacrifice that they<br />
had dreamt up in honor of Indra. This<br />
sacrifice was not Vedic, nor did it follow<br />
any proper enlightened lineage. Dharma<br />
can never be contrived, and spiritual<br />
practice must always be authentic.<br />
Gopal, the indweller of all hearts,<br />
knew that one attains whatever one<br />
honors. So when He turned seven years<br />
old, He decided it was time to turn His<br />
fellow cowherds’ minds away from Indra<br />
and towards His glorious self, the single<br />
source of all blessings, the origin of all<br />
divinities, as well as the inner and outer<br />
controller of all things. By doing so, He<br />
encouraged them to worship the root of<br />
every cause, rather than water each leaf<br />
of the tree. In this manner they would<br />
experience God’s extensive blessings.<br />
Although the cowlads were basically<br />
focused on úrà Käüóa, their hearts<br />
were not firmly set upon Him. Their<br />
partial devotion obstructed them<br />
from entering deeply into the state of<br />
nirodha, a blessed condition they had<br />
just begun to experience. Hari therefore<br />
schemed this new làlá to remove their<br />
inferior dedications.<br />
úrà Käüóa wanted to bring His<br />
kinsmen to their natural devotional<br />
bhakti path. By removing their spiritual<br />
misconceptions, He enabled them to<br />
proceed more deeply into the mysteries<br />
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of God’s playground. Only after the<br />
dormant seed of knowledge within the<br />
heart is awakened can the nectar of<br />
devotion be tasted.<br />
Gopal saw that his father,<br />
Nanda Baba, was preparing to<br />
dedicate his actions and wealth to Indra<br />
again, with the limited expectation<br />
of plentiful rainfall. He approached<br />
Nanda Baba and asked, “Father, what<br />
is the fruit of Indra’s sacrifice that you<br />
are so eagerly preparing for? Is this all<br />
for some sort of worldly gain?”<br />
By questioning the nature of the<br />
sacrifice, its materials and rewards,<br />
úrà Käüóa inspired an upgrade in that<br />
practice and thereby promoted divine<br />
awareness. He continued, “Father,<br />
know that the actions of a thoughtless<br />
man do not produce a true reward. The<br />
truly reflective individual is crowned<br />
by his actions.”<br />
Nanda Baba replied, “But Käüóa, we<br />
worship Indra to attain religious virtue,<br />
enjoyment, as well as worldly wealth!”<br />
Our actions and spiritual practices<br />
can be done with the aim of achieving<br />
a specific, visible goal, or they can be<br />
performed for the sake of the action<br />
itself. The latter practice is selfless,<br />
devoid of hankering, and is performed<br />
for His pleasure. The reward of such a<br />
focused, yet detached, undertaking is<br />
always subtle, exalted and immaterial.<br />
Young Käüóa smiled and continued,<br />
“The qualities of rajas, sattva, and<br />
tamas are the cause of the appearance,<br />
continuation, and dissolution of<br />
creation. Impelled by the qualities of<br />
rajas, the clouds shower rainwater.<br />
What does Indra have to do with it?<br />
He is incapable of altering the course of<br />
events, for everything arises according<br />
to its unique constitution.<br />
“We own no cities, territories, villages<br />
or even homes. We live in this forest<br />
abode by the side of the Govardhan<br />
Hill. Let us honor this area and the<br />
items we are blessed with here. Now,<br />
take the materials you were going to use<br />
for Indra’s sacrifice and employ them<br />
in the worship of the Govardhan Hill.<br />
Let a variety of foods, made with rice<br />
and wheat, be offered and then fed to<br />
absolutely everyone and all animals.<br />
Then everyone will circumambulate<br />
the cows, the Brahmins, as well as the<br />
Govardhan Hill. This form of devotional<br />
worship is very dear to me. Now perform<br />
this Vaiüóava sacrifice.”<br />
In this way úrà Käüóa not only directed<br />
His people’s minds and hearts towards<br />
His blessed self, for Govardhan is His<br />
very form, but He also managed to incur<br />
Indra’s wrath, as was necessary for the<br />
làlá to unfold. This làlá was both for the<br />
spiritual development of His associates<br />
and to remove Indra’s false pride.<br />
Nanda Baba and the other residents<br />
decided to follow úrà Käüóa’s advice.<br />
Many types of grains were cooked and<br />
offered to the Govardhan Hill, and fresh<br />
grasses were given to the cows. After the<br />
residents of Braja adorned themselves<br />
and encircled the Govardhan Hill,<br />
amazing Käüóa manifested another<br />
form out of His blessed being. This time<br />
He appeared as the personified, divine<br />
form of the mountain itself! úrà Käüóa<br />
clearly became the Govardhan Hill.<br />
Then Käüóa worshipped Käüóa, and He<br />
partook of the offerings right before<br />
their very eyes!<br />
After the sacrifice was completed,<br />
the people of Braja returned home<br />
with their minds and hearts full of pure<br />
conviction. The puffed up rain god<br />
Indra, however, was not happy to lose<br />
his yearly offerings. Just after young<br />
Käüóa completed the sacrifice to the<br />
Govardhan Hill, Indra commenced to<br />
display his displeasure. He commanded<br />
the rain clouds that he reserved for
universal destruction, “Go and sink<br />
the lands of Braja! While sitting on my<br />
elephant Airávata, I will destroy these<br />
arrogant people, who have foolishly<br />
taken the shelter of that cowlad Käüóa.<br />
They have all offended me!”<br />
As jealous Indra’s torrential rains and<br />
winds began to overwhelm the people<br />
of Braja, they all sought úrà Käüóa’s<br />
shelter. The blessed one consoled them:<br />
“Don’t worry. With my divine powers,<br />
I will protect Braja and all of her<br />
residents. You are my true family.” úrà<br />
Käüóa then raised the Govardhan Hill<br />
with one hand, like a child would hold<br />
a small umbrella, and told His people,<br />
“Everyone, come with your cows and<br />
take shelter beneath the mountain! Have<br />
no fear, it will not fall from my hand.<br />
Your protection from Indra’s torrents is<br />
now ensured.”<br />
For seven days, úrà Käüóa stood<br />
holding the mountain, like a flower,<br />
with one finger of His left hand, while<br />
the residents of Braja all looked on with<br />
amazement. They felt neither thirst nor<br />
hunger during that time. Indra then<br />
realized that his destructive program<br />
was futile, and he withdrew his clouds.<br />
As the skies cleared, úrà Käüóa gently<br />
returned the mountain to its original<br />
position and told everyone, “Now,<br />
fearlessly return home.”<br />
The people of Braja were transported<br />
by the play and embraced their lovely<br />
Lord. The Gopàs honored their beloved<br />
by showering Him with rice, curds and<br />
their blessings, while the heavenly gods<br />
showered flowers on them. Then úrà<br />
Käüóa returned home, surrounded by<br />
His cowlads, while the Gopàs continued<br />
to sing and remember His glories.<br />
The raising of the Govardhan Hill<br />
had a two-fold purpose. Primarily, úrà<br />
Käüóa wanted to enhance the devotion of<br />
His blessed followers. For their devotion<br />
to blossom, they needed to abandon<br />
all inferior shelters. úrà Käüóa therefore<br />
manifested His eminence, by appearing<br />
as the Govardhan Hill and accepting the<br />
food offerings of the bhaktas.<br />
By offering the fruits of their actions<br />
to the Govardhan Hill, úrà Käüóa’s<br />
very form, the bhaktas’ connections<br />
to hypocritical practices were all<br />
eliminated, and their soulful surrender<br />
was assured. Through their devotional<br />
sacrifice, His devotees wholeheartedly<br />
took the blessed shelter. They became<br />
Käüóa-focused, and the blessed path of<br />
devotion became an effortless affair for<br />
them. Know that the cowherds attained<br />
úrà Käüóa’s refuge only after they<br />
relinquished contrary understandings<br />
and supports.<br />
In this làlá, Hari fulfilled his<br />
Upaniüadic pledge, “Those who choose<br />
me, attain.” As He defended Braja from<br />
all forms of obstructions, similarly, Hari<br />
pledges to protect those who take His<br />
shelter. Whomever úrà Käüóa holds will<br />
never fall. He assures His followers,<br />
“I protect my bhaktas and will never<br />
abandon them. My followers will never<br />
be destroyed. I make them fearless.”<br />
A practitioner becomes free from<br />
conflict when the internal winds, the<br />
práóas, are brought under control.<br />
In this episode, úrà Käüóa controlled<br />
Indra’s powerful winds and then freed<br />
His devotees from adversity. In this way,<br />
He established His blessed self firmly in<br />
their souls. But before He entered their<br />
inner beings, úrà Käüóa enjoyed their<br />
offerings here in this world.<br />
Although úrà Käüóa had removed<br />
the cowlads’ ignorance and brought<br />
them further into the blessed state of<br />
nirodha by lifting up the Govardhan<br />
Hill, they still wondered how the young<br />
lad performed so many amazing deeds.<br />
They asked, “How did úrà Käüóa knock<br />
over that huge cart when He was just<br />
three months old? Then, as a mere<br />
infant, He killed the demon Täóávarta<br />
and brought down two huge Arjuna<br />
trees! When úrà Käüóa began herding<br />
cows, He killed several other demons<br />
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that assailed Him in the forms of a<br />
heron, a calf and a donkey. He also rid<br />
the Yamuná River of that poisonous<br />
snake Káliya. How could such an<br />
amazing one be born amongst a group<br />
of simple cowherds like us?”<br />
Nanda Baba removed their doubts<br />
by relating the following story. “After<br />
Käüóa’s birth, the sage Garga explained<br />
to me that my son is the lord himself. The<br />
sage told me that the blessed one appears<br />
in different yugas, with various names<br />
and forms, and has now manifested as<br />
my son, úrà Käüóa. He assured me that<br />
‘He will bring happiness to those who<br />
love Him.’ Garga also said to me, ‘Your<br />
son, úrà Käüóa is like Lord Náráyaóa in<br />
splendor, fame and glory.’”<br />
The cowherds were confused, because<br />
they did not understand how úrà Käüóa<br />
could maintain every virtue and still<br />
appear as a child. Nanda’s words made<br />
them understand that while úrà Käüóa is<br />
perfectly full of lordship, potency, fame,<br />
beauty, knowledge and renunciation,<br />
He also does whatever He wants. That is<br />
how—although He is divine and beyond<br />
anything material—úrà Käüóa can also<br />
become a child. He is the lord of Lakümà,<br />
as well as the master of liberation. All of His<br />
manifestations are true and appear for the<br />
sake of His devotees. The blessed one can<br />
easily support all forms of contradiction.<br />
Hearing Nanda Baba’s words, all of the<br />
cowherds’ doubts were removed, and they<br />
honored both Nanda Baba and úrà Käüóa.<br />
Now they had not only heard about Hari’s<br />
glories, but had also witnessed them,<br />
gathering the final proof.<br />
second purpose of Hari’s<br />
A Govardhan Hill làlá was to remove<br />
Indra’s false pride. Although úrà Käüóa<br />
had established Indra in his rain-god<br />
position, Indra forgot this fact and<br />
imagined that he was lord of the world.<br />
After Gopal balanced the Govardhan<br />
Hill on a single finger for seven days,<br />
Indra was truly humbled and reflected,<br />
“I clearly am not the boss. úrà Käüóa<br />
is the lord of all gods. In my great<br />
ignorance, I tried to destroy Braja with<br />
my winds and torrents.” In this way, úrà<br />
Käüóa compassionately removed Indra’s<br />
conceit without destroying him.<br />
Indra then went to Braja with his<br />
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divine, wish-fulfilling cow, Surabhà.<br />
He came before úrà Käüóa, who was<br />
sitting alone near the Govardhan Hill.<br />
Humbled and full of shame, Indra<br />
placed his head, adorned with a crown<br />
as bright as the sun, at úrà Käüóa’s lotus<br />
feet. He then praised the immortal lord<br />
in ten lines, and thereby purified his ten<br />
práóas, his vital breaths, which he had<br />
misappropriated for his own material<br />
gain. He finally understood that<br />
they should have been used in Hari’s<br />
divine service. Indra’s indiscretion had<br />
caused his práóas to lose their divine<br />
connection, and when he became<br />
blinded with arrogance, he could no<br />
longer see his true self.<br />
Indra humbly bowed and praised<br />
úrà Käüóa’s form and virtues, “You are<br />
pure essence, untouched by anything<br />
physical. úrà Käüóa, you are forever<br />
free from all forms of greed. You wield<br />
the rod of punishment, but are also<br />
the father, the guru, as well as the<br />
supreme ruler of all creations. For the<br />
good of the world, You play at will<br />
and curb the pride of the arrogant. O<br />
Lord, forgive me, immersed as I was in<br />
the pride of wealth and power. I was<br />
ignorant of your greatness. Although<br />
you are beyond sense perception, You<br />
are devoted to the welfare of those who<br />
are faithful to your lotus feet. Glories to<br />
you, inner controller of all! You embody<br />
pure consciousness and are the soul of<br />
all living beings. Now that my pride<br />
has been sundered, I seek you, supreme<br />
ruler, as my sole refuge.”<br />
úrà Käüóa heard Indra’s prayer,<br />
laughed, and replied, “Those who are<br />
blinded by pride will never take notice<br />
of me. I stopped your sacrifice to enable<br />
you to always remember me. My grace<br />
truly arises when I remove obstructing<br />
prosperity. Now return to your abode,<br />
and carry on your works according to<br />
your qualifications.”<br />
Surabhà, the celestial cow, then<br />
extolled úrà Käüóa, “O great yogi, soul<br />
of creation! We are favored by you,<br />
the true lord. Unlike Indra, you are<br />
continually absorbed in a single divine<br />
nectar. You are the supreme ruler and<br />
protector of the cows and bhaktas.<br />
Now, with a celestial bath of milk, we<br />
honor you as our king.” From that day,<br />
úrà Käüóa became known as Govinda,<br />
“Lord of the Cows.”<br />
Then Indra’s elephant, Airávata,<br />
brought the Gaïgá River down from the<br />
heavens, and with Indra’s assistance, they<br />
honored úrà Käüóa with a ceremonial<br />
bath. In the celebration that followed,<br />
the gods sang while the celestial dancers<br />
danced. Flowers showered from the<br />
heavens, and the entire world became<br />
drenched in supreme bliss. The earth<br />
overflowed with milk from the cows,<br />
and the rivers rushed with nectar. Trees<br />
oozed honey, and crops appeared on<br />
unplowed lands. Gems rose to the<br />
surface of mountains, and enemies<br />
became friends.<br />
úRÅ KÉûîA always forgives those<br />
who take His shelter. The penalties<br />
He administers are not for destruction,<br />
but to correct His people so that they<br />
will turn towards Him. úrà Käüóa is<br />
the Lord of all regions and fulfills the<br />
desires of the devotional heart. His<br />
blessings extend to all realms.<br />
Hari protects His bhaktas and subdues<br />
the false pride of His followers. But His<br />
lotus feet cannot be attained until we<br />
become humble. The beloved always<br />
responds to the devotee’s humility; it is the<br />
most important of all spiritual virtues.<br />
Wherever úrà Käüóa resides, there can<br />
be no anger. He is the supreme wealth.<br />
Not only does He reside within all<br />
beings, but He also is the single force<br />
behind every accomplishment. He<br />
inspires every heart, and those who take<br />
His shelter become like Him—totally<br />
exalted. úrà Käüóa is unimpeded and<br />
free from disparity.<br />
úrà Vallabhácárya praises Him,<br />
“Glories to úrà Käüóa, the doer of<br />
wonderful deeds, who played the world<br />
into existence by dividing form and<br />
name (ùástrártha nibandha).” Creation is<br />
His very form and is therefore sacred.<br />
As Vásudeva, He awards liberation,<br />
but when He becomes úrà Käüóa, He<br />
is both the means and the blessed<br />
reward—full of truth, consciousness and<br />
mostly bliss. He is wisdom personified.<br />
Hari plays to bring His bhaktas towards<br />
His blissful self. By simply playing with<br />
His devotees, Hari awarded them an<br />
independent, love-based devotion.
YAMUNA’S<br />
STORY<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong><br />
few years ago, I made a pilgrimage<br />
A to Yamnotri, the source of the<br />
Yamuna River high in the Himalayas.<br />
It is a wonderful spot, with thermal<br />
springs and enchanting forests, where it<br />
snows seven months of the year. From<br />
there, I appreciated the vision of Sri<br />
Yamunaji flowing from the nectarine<br />
heart of Narayan, the sun god. After she<br />
cascades brilliantly from the summit of<br />
Kalindi Mountain, she flows furiously<br />
towards Vrindavan, the abode of her<br />
beloved, Krishna.<br />
On the plains below the Himalayas,<br />
within the sacred lands of Braja, Sri<br />
Yamunaji’s most ardently devotional<br />
form can be seen. This is why I now<br />
choose to live by her banks in this sacred<br />
realm, in the small town of Gokul. I<br />
often wander these banks, reflecting on<br />
the nature of her divinity and on the<br />
perfect results of Hari’s creation. And by<br />
her waters, it becomes very clear that the<br />
world is not simply an illusion. Mayic<br />
illusion results from a false perception<br />
and conceals the true quality of the thing<br />
itself. Creation seen correctly becomes a<br />
divine play, a lila, and Sri Yamunaji is in<br />
charge of the lila arrangements wherein<br />
every virtue finds a place in her service.<br />
By her flowing current, all life seems to<br />
be especially alive.<br />
Sri Yamunaji has three forms: she is<br />
a river, seen by all; a purifier, known by<br />
her followers; and a grace goddess, seen<br />
by her blessed bhaktas. The river, the<br />
transformer and the personified grace<br />
goddess all exist within each other and<br />
are truly a single form. Not only is Sri<br />
Yamunaji Lord Krishna’s most beloved,<br />
but she also freely shares that sacred<br />
relationship with her bhaktas. When<br />
her waves lap her banks and spread their<br />
waters across the sands, at that moment<br />
is it possible to see shiny, pearly bangles<br />
adorning her hands and the high banks<br />
become her hips. This divine form of<br />
Sri Yamuna is held to be nirguna, that<br />
is she transcends every material virtue<br />
and is comprised solely of pure ananda,<br />
or bliss. She is Hari’s beloved and grants<br />
sacred relationship to her bhaktas.<br />
Sri Yamunaji takes on numerous<br />
forms to relate with each of her yearning<br />
bhaktas uniquely. Because she is a<br />
grace goddess and unlike other rivers<br />
that flow into the ocean, Sri Yamunaji<br />
flows directly into Sri Krishna’s bliss<br />
form, and like him, becomes replete<br />
with lordliness, potency, fame, beauty,<br />
wisdom and renunciation.<br />
By her banks, I have come to realize<br />
some of the differences between lawful<br />
practices and those that are grace-filled.<br />
Paths that follow particular rules and<br />
practices necessarily involve a review of<br />
our precision throughout, whereas the<br />
grace-filled path is different; it moves<br />
as an unrestricted flood of favor. Lawful<br />
practice is attained; grace is given. Just<br />
as India is the locus of various currents<br />
that converge both within her lands and<br />
within her devotees’ hearts, those who<br />
are on the path of grace revere the lawful<br />
flow only after it is mixed with grace,<br />
otherwise pride of practice may arise.<br />
God’s greatness may be established<br />
in scripture, but actually tasting Sri<br />
Hari’s essence is what it is all about. To<br />
bow towards Sri Krishna’s playground<br />
brings knowledge of his greatness, which<br />
is then followed by an awareness of our<br />
own sacred relationship. With this, our<br />
actions are transformed and become<br />
infused with wisdom. When thought<br />
and action blend into a single offering,<br />
a dedication to his pleasure arises.<br />
Desire, fear and hatred are usually<br />
obstructions to attainment, but with<br />
the power of grace, anything can be<br />
transformed. Kamsa merged with<br />
god through fear, while Shishupal<br />
arrived through hatred. And it was<br />
through their desires that the Gopis of<br />
Vrindavan found the supreme reward,<br />
a dance with Sri Krishna. Sri Yamunaji<br />
is the goddess of transformation, and<br />
her mere proximity makes souls like the<br />
Gopis beloved to Hari.<br />
Because his connection with the form<br />
and the lila is direct, Sri Vallabhacharya’s<br />
teachings on Sri Yamunaji are full of<br />
truth. He ends his “Yamunastkam,” the<br />
eight verses in praise of Yamuna, with<br />
the words: “All devotional powers are<br />
attained through you, and Sri Krishna<br />
is pleased. You transform the nature<br />
of your bhaktas, beloved of Hari.”<br />
This is the process of nirodha, that is,<br />
of becoming perfectly bound to God.<br />
It arises from an addiction that comes<br />
from love and attachment. Nirodha is<br />
the refined reward that brings the bhakta<br />
directly to god’s playground. It frees the<br />
practitioner from all constraints. Where<br />
there is nirodha, there is nothing else<br />
to attain. Every sense and every pore<br />
of the being is directed towards blissful<br />
brahman.<br />
Sri Yamunaji’s devotional empowerments<br />
are about nirodha, and there is<br />
no mantra, knowledge, meditation,<br />
prayer or holy ground that surpasses it.<br />
“Yamuna Maiya Ki Jai.”<br />
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A PRACTITIONER’S TALE<br />
HARI’S LĪLĀ<br />
E-mailed from Vrindavan, North India, February 2003<br />
<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong><br />
Hari plays with thousands<br />
and somewhere along the way, I<br />
was called. The Director brought me<br />
two hours south of Delhi, to God’s<br />
playground, to the sacred lands of<br />
Vrindavan, úrà Käüóa’s làlá land. I was<br />
eighteen and determined: a dream that<br />
had become reality had brought me<br />
to Vrindavan, and I headed straight<br />
for Neem Karoli Baba’s ashram. Not<br />
finding the master at home, I wandered<br />
around the outskirts of Vrindavan and<br />
came to úyám Kuôi ashram. There, the<br />
Mahant, the ashram’s head, called out<br />
to me in Hindi, but realizing that I did<br />
not understand him, a silver-haired<br />
Gujarati man, Maïgaldás, the servant<br />
of auspiciousness, came down the stairs<br />
and greeted me in proper English.<br />
Within two minutes, he not only had<br />
invited me to live with him, but had<br />
given me a Käüóa mantra which I use to<br />
this day. My entrance into Vrindavan<br />
had begun!<br />
It was December, 1972, and<br />
every morning I would go out and lie<br />
on the sandy banks of the úrà Yamuná<br />
river, and feel very blessed for what<br />
seemed to be absolutely no reason at all.<br />
Any sense of doing some sort of sádhana<br />
to attain an assumption of samádhi<br />
left my consciousness; everything was<br />
perfect just as it was.<br />
Within days, my Vrindavan<br />
experience was again upgraded when I<br />
had the good fortune to meet the great<br />
saint, Neem Karoli Baba. The darùan<br />
and blessings of this siddha saint, in<br />
combination with my new-found<br />
friendship with my Vrindavan mentor<br />
Maïgaldás, was very uplifting. And yet<br />
still a question remained, “Is Brahman<br />
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“Glories to úrà Käüóa, the Doer of Wonderful Deeds,<br />
Who played the world into existence<br />
by dividing râpa (form) and nám (name).”<br />
(úràmad Vallabáchárya)<br />
devoid of attributes, beyond name and<br />
form, ùânyatá, absolute suchness, or is<br />
Brahman personal, a Blessed Lord who<br />
relates directly with His bhaktas?”<br />
Little did I know that these concerns<br />
were ones that also divided the major<br />
Indian enlightenment schools, for every<br />
searcher inquires into the nature of<br />
things. I picked up a Gita Press English<br />
translation of the úràmad Bhágavata<br />
and read stories of úrà Käüóa’s làlás.<br />
They felt familiar, though not in the<br />
sense of events that had occurred in<br />
history. My curiosity only increased:<br />
“Are You formed or not?”<br />
Nearly five hundred years ago, the<br />
Muslim Käüóa bhakta-poet Rasakhān<br />
Lotus flower. Photograph by Pascale Willi.<br />
pondered similar issues in Braja and<br />
wrote:<br />
úeüa, Gaóeù, Maheù,<br />
Dineù and Sureù<br />
Sing continually of His glories.<br />
He is beginningless,<br />
endless, unlimited,<br />
Indestructible, void of difference–<br />
Revealed in the Vedas.<br />
The sages Nárada, úuka and<br />
Vyása try unsuccessfully<br />
To fathom his limits:<br />
Yet for those Gopis –<br />
He dances for a small glass of buttermilk!
Although the nature of Brahman<br />
is beyond reason, non-material,<br />
full of truth, consciousness, and for<br />
the most part bliss, it is with the grace<br />
of Great Beings that Brahman can be<br />
approached, known, seen and touched.<br />
Reunion with him is not a question of<br />
how much we practice, but rather how<br />
much we desire to know. Brahman<br />
chooses those who choose Brahman,<br />
though we will also want the saints and<br />
bhaktas to be pulling for us. They help<br />
with direct experience.<br />
My concerns over the nature of<br />
Brahman fled one evening when, with<br />
the guiding grace of Neem Karoli Baba,<br />
I received a glimpse of the Vrindavan<br />
that the bhakti poets described in their<br />
samádhi language. There could be no<br />
longer any doubt in my mind: Brahman<br />
was Käüóa, beautiful as a billion Loves<br />
and brighter than a million suns. He<br />
was devoid of worldly attributes and<br />
replete with divine virtues. I defer to<br />
the words of the mute boy Gopaldás,<br />
who became a devotional ocean when<br />
his spiritual eyes were opened after the<br />
bhakti master úrà Gusainji gave him<br />
some of his chewed betal. Immediately<br />
afterwards, he sang:<br />
In Vrindavan, the úrà Yamuná<br />
river flows.<br />
Her banks are graced<br />
with golden steps,<br />
inlaid with jewels.<br />
In Vrindavan, daytime and<br />
nocturnal lotuses<br />
bloom simultaneously,<br />
while beautiful black bees<br />
hover, singing the sweetest songs.<br />
In Vrindavan, the air is rich<br />
with the fragrance of<br />
golden vines, jasmine buds and the<br />
myriad flowers that flourish there.<br />
In Vrindavan, there is great pleasure<br />
in feeling the cool winds that blow<br />
from úrà Yamunáji’s waters.<br />
In Vrindavan, lovely Rádha resides.<br />
Her eyes are like a<br />
hundred-petaled lotus.<br />
There are also countless<br />
groups of Gopis,<br />
dancing many Rasa Làlas.<br />
They are playing with úrà Käüóa,<br />
the son of Nanda.<br />
Such are the flavors of Vrindavan!<br />
Once we have determined<br />
where we are going, more than<br />
half of the path is covered over. Vague<br />
notions create obscurity, which is why<br />
the guru lineages arose: to save us time.<br />
Better to first hear about it or, better<br />
still, to be shown it by someone who<br />
has been there before, rather than to try<br />
to figure it out on our own. Now, in<br />
Vrindavan, I saw a striking similarity<br />
between the nature of Brahman’s<br />
ultimate reality and what the land of<br />
Vrindavan actually looked like. There<br />
was no longer any need to figure it out;<br />
the issue moved to the heart.<br />
Six months later, a visa complication<br />
drove me out of India, and I returned<br />
to the States, where my enthusiasm was<br />
seen by my parents as madness. They<br />
sent me to a psychiatrist, thinking he<br />
would either cure me or, more likely,<br />
put me away — far, far away from<br />
India. But I was judged to be fine and,<br />
with the guru’s grace, found myself<br />
back in India within a few months,<br />
back again by the banks of the Yamuná<br />
River. Neem Karoli Baba had just left<br />
his physical body, and I moved in again<br />
with Maïgaldás at the úyám Kuôi<br />
ashram.<br />
Maïgaldás’ was a làlá personality.<br />
He told me that, one evening when<br />
he was fifty years old, úrà Käüóa had<br />
awakened and given him darùan of<br />
Vrindavan Divine, and that from that<br />
day on, he had never returned to his<br />
worldly home. He moved to Vrindavan<br />
and spent his evenings weeping for<br />
his Beloved. A seventy- year-old yogi,<br />
who looked forty, used to visit us in<br />
Vrindavan and to ask Maïgaldás to<br />
teach him how to cry for the Blessed<br />
Lord. What could Maïgaldás say?<br />
There is simply no formula to attain<br />
this divine expression. Maïgaldás’<br />
bed was even surcharged with Käüóa<br />
devotion, and sometimes when he<br />
was out, I would lie on his mattress<br />
and could actually feel the force of his<br />
bhakti: pure sweetness. His picture<br />
of úrà Käüóa playing the flute by the<br />
Yamuná river, although a print, would<br />
look up and smile at me from time to<br />
time. All these experiences nourished<br />
the tender sprout of my devotion. It<br />
was an amazing year!<br />
One day, Maïgaldás suddenly<br />
decided that, with five thousand other<br />
pilgrims, we should go on a fortyday<br />
pilgrimage to the sacred lands<br />
of Braja. We began in Mathura and,<br />
arriving in Jatipura by the Govardhan<br />
Hill a week later, Maïgaldás took<br />
me to meet His Holiness Goswámi<br />
Prathameùji, the head of the first seat<br />
of úrà Vallabhácárya’s Puüôi Márga,<br />
the Blessed Path of Grace. When I<br />
requested initiation, His Holiness told<br />
me to come back in a few weeks, but I<br />
was stubborn and he finally relented. In<br />
this way, I became the first Westerner<br />
to enter the pure, non-dual devotional<br />
path, in which nourishment is His<br />
Grace.<br />
It all seemed seamless. My<br />
relationship with His Holiness was<br />
still another amazing blessing and as<br />
my relationship with him grew, so did<br />
my understanding and entrance into<br />
the Loving Path. It is certainly easier<br />
when the blessings we receive in life,<br />
that develop over lifetimes, correspond<br />
with the teachings, views and practices<br />
that exist in the outside world. My<br />
relationship with His Holiness<br />
Goswámi Prathameù, whom I began to<br />
call Jai Jai (Victory Victory), was from<br />
the very beginning a pure delight. He<br />
was my guru, but also my father. He<br />
was at times a friend, at others, a fellow<br />
bhakta, and after a while I simply could<br />
not live without him. What he spoke of,<br />
I could see. He was a bhakti Vedántin,<br />
a divine lover who knew the essence of<br />
the Upaniüads.<br />
He was also an amazing singer –<br />
the songs he sang were directly from<br />
úrà Käüóa’s realm – and an expert<br />
pakhavaja player and master of many<br />
other instruments. He was a Vedic<br />
scholar, and an inspired, full-blown<br />
Ächárya steeped in the mood of<br />
devotion, yet innocent like a child.<br />
The day he was born in Jatipura, úrà<br />
Käüóa’s small footprints appeared on<br />
the local temple floor. I felt lucky to<br />
be in his orbit.<br />
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Jai Jai gave me a room in his<br />
ancestral temple home in front of<br />
the Govardhan Hill. His grace-filled<br />
patrimony, with its lovely paths through<br />
the groves of Vrindavan, became the<br />
avenues I loved to stroll. And for me,<br />
he became the living manifestation of<br />
the Path of Grace.<br />
Although timeless, the Path<br />
of Grace was manifested by úrà<br />
Maháprabhu Vallabhácárya (1479-1531),<br />
Jai Jai’s forefather, fourteen generations<br />
ago. úrà Vallabhácárya taught that this<br />
creation is comprised of Blissful God,<br />
and nothing but God. Such a pure view<br />
inspires us to discover Käüóa’s joy not<br />
only in ourselves, but in the world as<br />
well. We should experience úrà Käüóa<br />
everywhere and with every feeling.<br />
For grace-filled souls, the world is not<br />
unreal or something to be overcome,<br />
but rather a divine realm in which the<br />
experience of God and of His manifold<br />
creation can be experienced as a làlá, or<br />
divine play.<br />
I was encouraged by Jai Jai to<br />
live happily in this world and to offer<br />
everything to the Lord of Sweetness.<br />
“úrà Käüóa,” he told me, “pays close<br />
attention to those who adore Him and<br />
returns every favor a hundredfold. To<br />
know and love Him is devotion. To<br />
experience His rapture is Grace. So<br />
employ the powers of your heart and<br />
mind in His pleasure, use your body<br />
and every resource in a brilliant and<br />
sensitive manner, so you can ultimately<br />
become possessed<br />
by Divinity. In that<br />
blessed state, what<br />
need is there of even<br />
liberation?”<br />
I discovered<br />
the path of Satsaïg,<br />
or association with<br />
the saints. For if we<br />
truly live in the light<br />
of good fellowship,<br />
the loving mood<br />
of devotion will<br />
be “downloaded” through emulation.<br />
First is the recognition of devotion in<br />
someone else. Then, if we humbly bow<br />
to the bhakta’s realization, we may be<br />
allowed in. But for all this to occur,<br />
there must be Siddhánt, which is the<br />
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teaching that brings us to perfection.<br />
Siddhánt is true philosophy. It is<br />
“siddha,” perfection, at the “anta,” or end,<br />
and is strictly for soulful attainment.<br />
I found úrà Vallabhácárya’s nondual<br />
Path of Grace full of devotional<br />
inspiration, and began to study his<br />
teachings and poetry, first in Hindi<br />
and later, as my knowledge grew, in<br />
Sanskrit. Satsaïg became my main<br />
practice, and I spent the next thirty<br />
years developing a taste for the gracefilled<br />
view. I learned that sublime<br />
matters become part of daily life when<br />
they are contemplated daily.<br />
Whenever Jai Jai traveled outside<br />
of the Braja area, I would stay in the<br />
village of Jatipura and attend a daily<br />
Satsaïg with two senior practitioners,<br />
Jetabhai and Gopilal. Gopilal was a<br />
Yogi Sanskrit man who not only taught,<br />
but wrote Sanskrit. He had lived all<br />
over the Braja area and had gathered<br />
in his blessed being profound Käüóa<br />
experience. Jetabhai was a Käüóa bhakta<br />
and the only man in town who spoke<br />
English. Every evening I would sit<br />
between the two of them and listen to<br />
their Hindi Satsaïgs. This association<br />
nurtured me and protected my mindheart.<br />
For the seed of devotion begins<br />
as a subtle notion and matures into a<br />
wishing tree that provides the blessed<br />
one with the priceless fruit of bhakti. In<br />
this blessed state, the Beloved appears<br />
first in the heart and then everywhere.<br />
When i was in<br />
high school,<br />
learning another<br />
language proved<br />
so difficult for me<br />
that I obtained<br />
special permission<br />
to forgo taking a<br />
second language. In<br />
Jatipura, however,<br />
just by sitting<br />
between these two<br />
practitioners, I<br />
began to understand them within a few<br />
short months. As I listened, my spiritual<br />
interests increased and I would literally<br />
run to meet them every day.<br />
In spiritual life, a clear<br />
understanding of why a practice is<br />
undertaken, as well as an intense desire<br />
to come face-to-face with Hari, is<br />
needed. Yet it is always easier to listen to<br />
the teachings of those who have already<br />
advanced than it is to try to formulate<br />
something on our own. My first years<br />
in India were spent in absorbing the<br />
teachings and honoring the wisdom<br />
of those who had traveled the Path<br />
before me. My goal remained the Path<br />
of Grace and I was helped along by the<br />
teachings of úrà Vallabhácárya and his<br />
followers who composed a remarkable<br />
body of spiritual teachings in Sanskrit<br />
and Braja Bháüá based on the Vedas,<br />
Brahma Sâtras, Upaniüads, Gàtá, as<br />
well as the úràmad Bhágavatam.<br />
úrà Vallabhácárya’s teachings<br />
are referred to as Brahmaváda, or the<br />
reasoned doctrine that explains that all<br />
is Brahman and nothing but Brahman.<br />
This pure, non-dualist view of threading<br />
the mind into úrà Käüóa served to<br />
support the devotional view and<br />
practice that was natural to me. This<br />
view holds that the whole of creation is<br />
úrà Käüóa’s divine play. It is His làlá. We<br />
souls manifest into it like sparks from<br />
a fire and are like actors appearing on<br />
the authentic stage of the world. Such a<br />
view of unity allows for diversity that is<br />
free of animosity. The world is not an<br />
illusion, but a perfect conclusion, God’s<br />
own modification. What is needed is<br />
for us to correctly cognize and witness a<br />
non-duality between the soul, the world<br />
and blissful Brahman.<br />
Another aspect of Brahman’s<br />
formless, timeless, endless, total being<br />
is the creation. It seems to be an<br />
illusion only when vision is tainted<br />
with máyá. When that confusion is<br />
removed, the world is seen as it is, as<br />
comprised of pure Käüóa, Who stands<br />
at the beginning, middle and end of<br />
everything. He is existence, its cause,<br />
its support, and its end. He is the rays<br />
of the moon and the light of the sun.<br />
His forms are varied and His face is<br />
hidden everywhere. Concealment<br />
and manifestation are the two powers<br />
whereby He brings forth the dance of<br />
creation.<br />
It was in the Braja region that<br />
úrà Käüóa expanded and tasted the
joy of His own Being. And it was<br />
there in Jatipura where I would sit<br />
every evening between the bhakti yogi<br />
Gopi Lal and the devotee Jetabhai and<br />
imbibe their Satsaïg. Life in Jatipura<br />
was spiritually effortless, but at times<br />
physically torturous. No electricity<br />
and 120 degree weather were hard on<br />
the body, but the Satsaïg was always<br />
good. Associating with the saints of<br />
Braja was so sweet that I somehow<br />
managed to withstand the extremes.<br />
When knowledge is combined with<br />
devotion, the soul is experienced as<br />
joyful, and what is celebrated within<br />
becomes a festival throughout the<br />
world, regardless of the weather.<br />
For eight years I remained in the<br />
small village of Jatipura and rarely saw<br />
another Westerner. There, devotional<br />
practice was not a weekend retreat but<br />
rather a continuous affair. I knew that<br />
my dedication needed to be free from<br />
fanaticism and my practice devoid of<br />
any false sense of attainment. I also<br />
knew that it should blossom into a<br />
loving view, which is the foundational<br />
stuff needed to understand úrà Käüóa,<br />
Who is totally devoid of all material<br />
attributes, and yet who is personal and<br />
replete with divinity, and can respond<br />
to anyone. As the yogi Gopi Lala once<br />
said to me: “Käüóa is multi-dimensional.<br />
When He walked into Kaêsa’s wrestling<br />
arena, úrà Käüóa’s parents looked upon<br />
Him as their son, while the women in<br />
the stands saw Him as Love Incarnate.<br />
The yogis regarded Him as the absolute<br />
unblemished Brahman, while the young<br />
cowherds viewed him as their friend.<br />
The wrestlers saw Him as a mighty foe,<br />
while King Kaêsa looked at the divine<br />
cowlad as death personified. And yet<br />
they all became liberated through their<br />
personal views of úrà Käüóa.”<br />
My greatest days in Jatipura were<br />
when Jai Jai came to visit. We would<br />
spend hours together in his room by<br />
the Govardhan Hill, where he would<br />
fill me with wonderful teachings.<br />
“Brahman’s attributes appear in every<br />
object in the world,” he one day<br />
explained to me. “He is the clay as well<br />
as the various forms of clay-like pots<br />
and plates. Máyá is simply the power<br />
of the Lord that deludes and therefore<br />
creates false cognition. A person sees<br />
a white cloth as yellow because he is<br />
wearing yellow-tinted sunglasses. If<br />
you can discern that the white cloth is<br />
what is real and that the yellowness is a<br />
product of máyá, then you can remove<br />
the máyá and not the world. So, don’t<br />
pull your eyes out. Take off the yellow<br />
glasses!”<br />
Another time, during one of<br />
our conversations in Hindi which<br />
I recorded and later translated into<br />
English, Jai Jai said, “The blessed soul<br />
desires to become a vessel of her Lord’s<br />
grace so much that she manifests a<br />
spiritual form that pleases Him! Then<br />
she aspires to nothing else. Whoever is<br />
capable of digesting God’s grace can<br />
become a blessed vessel.”<br />
“A bhakta is so sensitive that she<br />
feels the pain the Blessed Lord feels<br />
for His separated souls. The bhakta<br />
also knows that He is all powerful<br />
and can surmount every obstacle. It<br />
is pride of practice that causes even<br />
sages to stumble. The bhakta who<br />
sees Bhagaván as both the means and<br />
the reward is free from this pride. Her<br />
non-attachment to the means is called<br />
nissádhana. But nissádhana does not<br />
mean that spiritual practices should be<br />
avoided.”<br />
“Are you saying that within the<br />
process of nissádhana there should<br />
be an attitude of nissádhana?” I then<br />
asked him.<br />
“Absolutely! A person is confused<br />
who thinks that through a particular<br />
means he can achieve purity. The state<br />
of nissádhana is realized when the soul<br />
sees that it is God’s grace that gives a<br />
spiritual practice power. What strength<br />
is there in sádhana? Sádhana only<br />
becomes effective when you remove<br />
the misconception that sádhana is the<br />
controlling force. Wisdom is seeing the<br />
process of sádhana as the workings of<br />
God.<br />
“If you do not wish to meet<br />
someone, then you will not make any<br />
effort to find them. But let’s suppose<br />
that you use a car or a plane to meet<br />
someone you do not want to see; the<br />
means you use to arrive at a place that<br />
you really do not want to go to are all<br />
useless. Also a meeting will never occur<br />
with a person who wishes to meet you,<br />
but makes no effort to arrive.<br />
“A practitioner is confused when he<br />
imagines that God can be controlled<br />
through a particular practice. You see,<br />
practice by itself lacks consciousness. If<br />
you have a thorn in your foot, you will<br />
automatically feel it. There is no need<br />
to practice the feeling because every<br />
time you put your foot down, you feel<br />
the pain. Understand nissádhana from<br />
that example.<br />
“The Bhágavata describes how the<br />
Gopis, intent on winning úrà Käüóa<br />
for a husband, bathed every morning<br />
in the Yamuná river. Their profound<br />
love brought Käüóa before them and<br />
ultimately freed them from their<br />
worldly bonds. They left their clothes,<br />
their worldly attachments, by the<br />
banks of the river. úrà Käüóa took these<br />
garments and, when He returned them,<br />
he awarded those Gopis divine bodies<br />
with senses full of divine cognition.<br />
“Normally our senses are limited in<br />
perception, but when the Lord endows<br />
them, we engage unceasingly in His<br />
darùan. No words can adequately<br />
reveal their experience. Bhaktas are<br />
always absorbed in God and can never<br />
be confused by mere words of wisdom.<br />
The Gopis appeared from úrà Käüóa’s<br />
bliss body which, as Rasakhān sings, is<br />
full of love:<br />
‘The ever-new, passion-filled<br />
Käüóa is lovely,<br />
His form is embedded in my eyes.<br />
His words are engraved in my heart.<br />
His glance centered in my heart.’ ”<br />
Then Jai Jai suddenly stopped and<br />
asked me, “Can you bathe in Niagra<br />
Falls?”<br />
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<strong>SHYAMDAS</strong> <strong>1953</strong>-<strong>2013</strong> <strong>IN</strong> <strong>MEMORIAM</strong><br />
SPECIAL ISSUE January <strong>2013</strong><br />
Shyamdas with satsang partners Vishnu Shastri of Mathura and Krishna Mukhiyaji of Belvan. Photos by Mae Ryan, Shyamdas's niece<br />
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