New Orleans

Dearest Srila Prabhupada,

We fall again and again at your lotus feet. By your causeless mercy we are finding the strength to serve your lotus feet.

I offer my respectful obeisances unto my spiritual master, who has opened my eyes, which were blinded by the darkness of ignorance, with the torchlight of knowledge."

O beloved Gurudeva, amidst the ocean of unlimited frustration and anxiety where billions of souls are drowning, you are sailing. You have so much compassion for the plagued population that your mission is simply to save these insane sinners. Any one of them can take shelter of your mercy but due to their being tossed by the waves of this ocean (sattva, rajas and tamo-guna) it is very difficult. But a few phenomenally fortunate sufferers catch hold of the life-saving seeds which you cast twenty-four hours daily for the rescue of the blind-visioned billions.

O Jagad-guru, our debt to you will never be paid even in a million millenniums. All we can do is beg and beg that you please let us stay with you forever.

Even if every tongue on the infinite-headed Anantadeva were chanting "thank you Srila Prabhupada, thank you," it would not be sufficient to express our gratitude, O Paramahamsa Thakura.

New Orleans