Vrindavan...

I have just hit a new level of realization of the phrase 'I lost my heart in Vrindavan'.

My eyes don't see it. All I see is a small Indian village with narrow gulleys, temples, crowded lanes, trash and honking rikshaws. I unfortunately don't have the knowledge or the spiritual vision.

BUT , I do sense it - Radharani's in the air.Vrindavan is truly not seen , just experienced.  The sweetness floats in while I'm chanting my morning japa. My mind revists those beautiful and sweet darshans. Giriraj in his full glory, the gently splashing waters of radhakund as devotees dive in, splendour of Krishna Balaram, the gentle Yamuna, handsome Radharaman....

I feel like I have been given a drop of nectar and my heart longs to dive into it. 

If I could just walk along the gulleys, 

If I could just sit on some steps chanting 

If I could just listen to old souls singing the names

If I could just see what true devotees see

I got a drop...I long to dive into the dust of Raman Reti.

Whenever she allows me next....

"Whose heart would not be enchanted by Vrndavana where Sri Radhika-Madanamohana enjoy many pastimes, where there are many trees and flowering vines, where the ground is paved with jewels, and where the birds, deer and other animals are all maddened with transcendental bliss? "
- Verse 19, Sri Vrindavan Mahimamrta