—Chintamoni

My Beloved Spiritual Master Prabhupad,

I am only a beggar, begging for your mercy. Oh please lift me out of this wretched condition and let me love You and Krishna. I am so anxiously awaiting the day when I will be filled with love for that Blue Boy-Govinda whose beauty is beckoning me on, and melting my heart.

I have absolutely no qualification for your mercy save being a fallen soul. So when I think how low I am, my heart grows heavy. But when I remember Your Divine Grace, I have great hope for myself and all fallen souls. For surely it is of no quality of my own that you are lifting me, but your own causeless love and mercy. Surely if one as fallen as I can obtain mercy, no man can fall so low as to be beyond mercy.

Oh Prabhupad, Your love for us is cascading over these fallen souls and I fear we are drowning in an ocean of bliss. Never can I begin to appreciate your causeless love and mercy. I can only say Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna!

-Chintamoni
(ISKCON-Los Angeles)