In and through the clamour of the lower beastly gruntings in our bosom we surely hear very often the enchanting notes of a warbling music of Truth and peace.
The divine flute player is never far away from our bosom. To be alert to catch His melody, in and through the boisterous wooing of the baser in us, is to live the life of devotion and spiritual seeking.
To all those who sit thus in vigil, Krishna is born again and again.
Krishna is not a historical figure; He is the perpetual Truth. He does not belong to the past. He is of the ever present immediate moment.
On this Krishnashtami day, I expect everyone of you to sit in vigil waiting for His birth within the iron doors of your self-made penetentiary.
WHEN YOU MEET HIM THERE, I SHALL NOT BE FAR AWAY FROM HIM.
With Prem and Om,
Thy Own Self,