ISKCON—Edmonton

Your heart is more brave than a million eagles and Your lotus eyes are as pools of milk shining soft like the autumnal moon.

Prabhupada, they say that the Himalayan mountains are breathtaking and that the paintings of Spain bring tears to the eyes of the beholders. But, my dear Guruji, they have not yet been embraced by your compassion. Inexhaustible fountain of Divine Mercy and soul-soothing peace is the thought of your causeless love and oceanic compassion for all entrapped in this prison house of illusion.

Srila Prabhupada, most precious soul, you have picked me up from this ocean of suffering where I was dragged by the whirlpools of desire and lust and battered against the scraping rocks a million times, and left to be on the shores of eternal suffering.

O my Lord, your words are transcendentally pure; they are enchanting my soul, singing sweetly of the Celestial Herdsman, Gopala, by the clear waters of Yamuna. O Prabhupada, the Herdsman of my soul, May this spotless lotus of love grow upon the waters of my soul and with you as my Ferryman, let me start the journey home.

O thou Srila Prabhupada, who are the refuge of all simple, sincere souls, our eternal father and friend, you are the kindest man in the world.

Thank you, Prabhupada, Thank you,

ISKCON Edmonton