Nārada Muni Dāsa

For an eternity I had forgotten who I am. Just live and enjoy the life span covered by darkness and illusion. I thought I was wise, always seeking to end the confusion. What is Truth? What are lies? Then You come to the western world to reclaim the lost souls. You told me who I am and planted the most glorious seed of devotional service in my aching heart. Prabhupada, my beloved spiritual master, one million times a day I should prostrate myself at Your lotus feet. Your presence is the light of millions of suns, which give light causelessly even to the darkest of places, such as my soul. Like the wind carries the fragrance of a rose, Your causeless mercy fills the air with the nectar of devotion, giving shelter to the world-weary travelers. Let this contaminated soul cling always to Your lotus feet. Let the mirror of my mind always reflect on Your words and forms, and please allow this lustful body to be eternally engaged in Your transcendental loving service. You are the purifying process of God realization. You are remembrance of Krsna. His dearmost friend and intimate servant. You are forcing my sleeping self to awaken to the promise I made in the womb. My dear Lord Sri Krsna, You are everything. Please allow me through the grace of Your pure devotee to always serve You. Prabhupada, I love You. Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna Krsna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare.

Thank You, Srila Prabhupada.

Narada Muni Dasa

(ISKCON Los Angeles)