One Moon, Many Moons
Posted November 18, 2007
An offering to Srila Prabhupada on his disappearance day:
One moon is better than a million stars, but one moon is bettered by many moons. The League of Devotees searches for success, but stumbles not sure what that success shall be.
Srila Prabhupada is an eloquent lecturer, an incisive conversationalist, a singer of many mellows, a concise commentator, a powerful person of divine transcendence. In unique contribution, he throws open the storeroom of Krsna-prema and shares out that nectar to any person of any place without prejudice. Never before has an acarya of such sublime status traversed the globe. Even the Supreme Lord Himself confined His pastimes to one treasured area of this planet. However, in 1965 all that changes.
Sri Sri Gaura-Nitai enjoy pastimes within the bodies of Their devotees. In the twelve years after 1965, those Lords travel within the heart of Srila Prabhupada to all corners of this planet to create the only true revolution - a rebellion of the heart. An uprising against ignorance, an insurrection against indulgence, a refusal of illusion, let the chimeras be replaced with a march against misery, a gathering for eternity, and the descent of divinity. No fetters bind the compassion of the Lord: let the crippled dance, the lame leap mountains, and the blind witness stars in the sky.
Srila Prabhupada guides many fallen souls to come bathe in the golden fountain of love those Divine Lords open freely to the forlorn residents of this damned world. "Live together in peaceful simplicity upon the banks of this golden spring, drink deeply of eternity there, and expand the margins so that all may come for comfort and be refreshed to find their life beginning anew." A gospel of pure delight, a teaching of wrong from right, a torch brightens this world of endless night.
Yet, the jungle beckons many back from the borders of that reservoir. With weak evanescence, they deem I shall take a final look at the place where many animals prowl. Let me gaze one more time at all those sufferings inside the forest from which I have escaped. No harm can befall me now. Alas, many beasts lurk in the shadows to devour the unwary and whimsical. The meandering path is laid with thorns and deep traps. Almost all leave the fresh precincts of that golden fountain, harkening to the waves of the wild, to find that loss is their only gain.
Those faithful souls that remain chaste and sweetly sustain themselves by nectar upon the beauteous banks of the golden fountain will find joy in abundance when their days of patience are replaced with those of fulfillment. They shall be brilliant moons in the firmament. They shall bring luster to the earth. They shall illuminate all those they shelter. Those teachers of truth shall be the brilliant realization of the boundless gifts brought by Srila Prabhupada, spotless lights to the world and the success of his mission of mercy.
An offering to Srila Prabhupada on his Disappearance Day.