Vyasa Puja Homage to Srila Prabhupada
by Yasoda nandana dasa
Srila Prabhupada, I simply want to pay my obeisances at your lotus feet for all the wonderful gifts and your causeless mercy, that you have bestowed upon the world and to your students, followers and disciples.
The following is a wonderful summary of a few of your amazing preaching accomplishments, expertly presented by your original editor, Hayagriva dasa. It is an auspicious day to always be mindful of the tremendous sacrifices and awesome preaching accomplishments of Your Divine Grace.
As Raghunatha dasa Goswami has nicely articulated his homages to Srila Rupa Goswami,
adadanas trinam dantair idam yace punah punah
shrimad-rupa-padambhoja-dhulih syam janma-janmani (2)
(Shri Mukta-carita, Raghunatha dasa Gosvami)
Clasping a straw between my teeth, I repeatedly beg to attain the dust of the lotus feet of Shrimad Rupa Gosvami birth after birth.
I offer my unconditional obeisances at your lotus feet.
adadanas trinam dantair idam yace punah punah
Prabhupada padambhoja-dhulih syam janma-janmani
Clasping a straw between my teeth, I repeatedly beg to attain the dust of the lotus feet of Srila Prabhupada [HDG ACBSP] birth after birth.
Your eternal servant,
Yasoda nandana dasa
nama om visnu-padaya krsna-presthaya
bhutale srimate bhaktivedanta-svamin iti namine
I offer my humble obeisances unto His Divine Grace Prabhupada A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami, who is very dear to Lord Krsna on this earth, having taken shelter of the lotus feet of that ever-youthful, beautiful, transcendental Lord,
who, alone, in his seventieth year, threw family, society, friendship, love to the wind, left mother India and set sail around the earth to foreign, unknown shores because his spiritual master spoke to him in a dream,
who carried the glorious message of the munificent Lord Caitanya Mahaprabhu to a nation plagued with the leprosy of voidism and impersonalism, who brought an ageless message of love of Godhead,
who landed in Manhattan with saffron robes, a suitcase and seven dollars and wondered at maya’s skyscrapers and empty, noisy dreams,
who, with white, pointed holyman shoes, walked through the snow to Times Square and laughed at Kali’s cinema ads,
who accepted residence with hashish-yogis who believed they were moving the sun and moon,
who played cymbals and chanted Govindam adi-purusam tam aham bhajami, “I worship Govinda the Primeval Lord,” explaining to void-meditators that Krsna’s transcendental body is unlimited, that He can extend His hand to all parts of His creation, that any one part of His body can perform all the actions of all the other parts, and that simply by glancing at nature He impregnated her with countless living entities and set the cosmic systems spinning and struck up the song of the universe,
who journeyed downtown, out of compassion, and set up quarters in Lower East Side narrow mice-ridden storefront and trusted Krsna to bring next month’s rent,
who opened the storefront doors even to Bowery derelicts and clashed cymbals and chanted Sanskrit hymns to God, whose vibrations caught the ears of young psychedelic middle-class renegades searching for alternatives to their legacy of lies and materialism,
who had and everlastingly has infinite mercy, delivering it free of charge, a matchless gift, to whomever stops to hear,
who never, to my knowledge, turned one soul away, who effused them all with kindness, affection, truth,
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