Softly, I'm chanting, Krishna's name.
I think to myself: "this morning I am approaching Krishna softly".
I haven't tried to chant softly, it's only that it's coming out this way. Softly, chanting. I am approaching Krishna in a soft, gentle way this morning.
There are so many moods. Here, in this morning, in my relationship with Krishna, I am approaching Him softly, gently; submissive, peaceful, quiet. Krishna allows me to approach Him through His holy name.
It's very cold, this early morning hour. I step outside and look up at the sky. Bright, the moon is just past full and washes the landscape in a quiet sea of soft colors; grays, and very pale blues. The trees, bare this time of year, like sentinels, standing guard, always, standing.
Somewhere, far away, there are dogs howling. I hear them, thinking: "they cannot chant, they can only cry". Across the street, and all around me, people in their houses, sleeping. They could chant, their mouths could make the sound, unlike the dogs, but they don't want to.
Quietly, softly, I am approaching Krishna, in service, to His holy name. Chanting, softly.
This is the gift.
This is the treasure.
This is the miracle.
This is the wonder.
This is the beauty.
This is the mystery.
This chanting of Krishna's name. This early-morning blessing. This maha-mantra, these words, this sound incarnation of Krishna.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare
We are so fortunate.
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