LOVE'S SWEET NECTAR by Jessica Mokrzyckl

I wrote this poem some time ago just shortly after I had started chanting…

Although chanting God's names on sacred beads is an ancient, spiritual practice in the bhakti yoga tradition, to me it is fairly new. Nevertheless, through Krishna's grace I began to feel such peace and joy while repeating his holy names.

With each successive bead passing through my fingers I could feel myself draw deeper into a love I simply had not expected to encounter.

This quickly caused me to commit myself to make chanting a daily part of my spiritual practices.

As time has passed I am starting to really experience the truth to the following lines I had written:

"True freedom is conceived from a soul who surrenders.

To hearts devoted to Him, His Mercy He renders."

I have seen my share of peaks and valleys spiritually but what I am learning is that when I turn to Krishna with a heart that is humbled and bowed down, mercy seems to blossom from within conceiving a joy that kindles the fires of passion in my seeking heart pressing me ever onwards.

In these days surrounding Janmashtami (Krishna's birthday), which was yesterday, I will continue to reflect on Krishna's great mercy and compassion for those who seek the truth and how he can teach even a most stubborn soul like myself lessons of humility, grace and love.

Watercolor painting by Annapurna Dasi

Love's Sweet Nectar

When love washes away all pain,

When knowing God is your only gain,

When His mercy removes illusion's stain;

Your soul learns to dance with the rain.

There is no greater feeling than This-

Being held by the hands of Eternal Bliss.

The nectar is so sweet to taste,

You run into His arms in all haste.

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare

When He holds you in His hands

And whispers to you of greater lands;

Those woven by His higher energy

Where from the material one is finally free.

When He says, yes this child is mine,

And His peace washes over you sublime;

Your inner heart kneels before His presence within,

The mundane becomes just background din.

True freedom is conceived from a soul who surrenders,

To hearts devoted to Him, His Mercy He renders.

Everything we need is in His holy names

They lead us back to Godhead from where we first came.

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare

Watercolor painting by Annapurna Dasi

Jessica Mokrzyckl: "I am a mother of two beautiful children and have been married for almost ten years now. I seek the truth into my own nature and that of God's and explore my experiences and reflections on a regular basis on my blog Ascending The Hills. I have found a lot of inspiration and direction from the Bhagavad Gita and other Vedic scriptures and have found that chanting has been an invaluable spiritual practice that I engage in daily."You may contact me via my facebook page here.

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