I am only an instrument in your hand Oh Krishna…nothing is mine……putting flowers upon His lotus feet……grant me that I may have pure love alone…..There is Joy unspeakable in the company of my beloved..words of the mouth cannot describe it…He alone knows ….. Oh my Blue Prince…let me repeat night and day the sweet name of my beloved… “Darashan do Ghanashyam naath mori, ankhiyan pyasi re …””…..and stop not until this body ceaseth breath…… Oh Krishna Krishna …Jai Shri Krishna …. —
A flesh of proud love illumined H’s face, it is so serene,affectionate…out of breath and wheezing,Her face an alarming redish yellow….wow a yogic breath that filled Her with energy ,the breath made Her mind one-pointed---- Her beloved Krishna ‘ Her Blue Prince’….feel His breath,warm and perfumed with a scent…Krishna Krishna Jai Shri Krishna —
