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Krishna dazzles his mother

by @vijayalakshmi-harish

a miracle child born to a mortal mother ***the creator pretends to be the created*** stealing butter, breaking pots, teasing girls, Gokulam’s naughtiest child and then one day the friends complain “Mother Yashoda, your little one is eating mud from the Yamuna banks” worried she rushes to her darling boy her anxiety disguised as anger he smiles - the sly little blue-eyed boy in his musical voice he cries- “I did not eat mud, sweet mother, the boys lie! ***come look within and see with your own eyes!”*** poor Mother Yashoda not knowing she stared into that little mouth and lost herself in what was there he lifted swiftly the veil of maaya the truth shone forth with a blinding light!                                                   *** त्वमेव माता च पिता त्वमेव ।                                                    त्वमेव बन्धुश्च सखा त्वमेव ।                                                    त्वमेव विद्या द्रविणम् त्वमेव ।                                                    त्वमेव सर्वम् मम देव देव ॥*** she saw herself and her dear little boy the whole of Gokulam within his jaws lay! and the whole earth and the universe galaxies and multiple worlds was her little boy cursed? her fear mounted as she saw the entire cosmos the boundaries blurred time - a non-entity the past, present and future only a tiny river she saw the vast expanse of his creation he made these worlds held them like puppets on a string and then morphing he became death! and unable to take more she swooned when the Creator, the Preserver and the Destroyer merged to become-her adored little one!                                                     *** You are my mother, and my father                                                      You are my relative and my friend                                                      You are knowledge, You are prosperity                                                      You are my everything, My God of Gods*** and then he looked at her with an infinite compassion he’d shown her what she needed to see now it was time for her to forget, to become his doting mother again he kisses her with innocent love and toothy grin once more maaya takes hold the illusion more beautiful more irresistible to behold! - Vijayalakshmi Harish          04.09.2012 Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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Sep 4, 2012
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This poem describes an incident from Lord Krishna's life when he was a child. His friends complain to his mother Yashoda, that he has been eating mud. When she looks into his mouth he reveals his divinity for a short while, before becoming her baby again.

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