Dear! Hillol, hillol!

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- How does our daily routine change? Have fun dancing to the same pictures on the new page every day. No matter the point of pain but supreme bliss, every page should be Krishna's smile

O Ratbhari Srishti, this is dear! And my everlasting contract with him is just as amazing. Yes, like a velbutta, like a fragrant white flower hanging on a thin branch. Dear, to be honest, now I am stuck near such a camp. Where I also prefer to stay quiet for hours. I want to feel deeply the silent creation within me. One abyss after another opens, the scenes come in front, the silence enjoys it, I go to the shores of that ocean of peace, uniting the opened abyss scenes effortlessly, instinctively, in the created space. The outer spinning wheel is completely closed, only the inner spinning wheel continues to take arbitrary chalk. What happens is not counting the number of times you have lived, but how you feel, counting it once again. I therefore slowly let the creation with which I am associated enter into me. I love the song he sang once again. The sound of Zanzro in her cham cham reveals to me the beauty of many beauties from within. The hints of her charming gaze put me in the midst of a dear, boundless space. The reasons for loving that creation are now becoming more and more confusing. To be honest dear! As it happens, the restrictions are released. Boundaries have been erased, now the universe has given me the license of liberation. He says: Be ever new, make desire a mantra. Examine the system, know the machine, know the mechanism. Once you know, you will be saved. Salvation is no joke. The breath is the inexhaustible fragrance of the breath.

Dear! That is why the nature of the contracted creation, to some extent human nature, is now slowly beginning to feel something different. Even the waves of the sea, which are shouting and shouting, are written in unique letters. - Accept as it is - for its refinement, this sea floats within you. Forget what is love, keep it aside, consider love as a pearl and leave it alone - here-there-everywhere. Reach Atlante once again inside. And I am in the same calm posture, without any income, scattering me, surrendering to me, dear! Is happening right now dear!

Dear, so the attraction of the dictionary has diminished. Because the form of every word here is wordless, every vaklila, avaklila. If I love the earth, the meaning has changed there. Earth and Rati-love is the realm of unity. Even the sky now seems to be dancing like this-kash-kash grass, filled with thrills. Neither the sky nor its synonymous words work here. Just encroachment, encroachment ... there are roads - without crossing, there are tree ranges, there is the sun. There are innumerable forms of it, there are innumerable parts of the moon, there is not only the thick and soft form of darkness, there are also innumerable other forms, there are houses, there are stars, you are, there is wind, there are mountains, there are leaves, there is water. And there are rows of rows of birds. Oh! Dear! Is immeasurable. That's all! I'll call you 'Adhadhadh' so you can get an idea of ​​it all. This is love for all, I love them and yes, I love the man in the guise of rice unconditionally.

I love that love, compelling. Maybe this is not the proof of my inseparable relationship with creation and human beings? Dear when I express this and such! One might also ask the question: 'Then what about the feeling of pain?' That's totally true. There is pain. It is the truth that floats on one surface of life. But that is what paves the way for us to accept the whole. That is what the treasures of the ocean of peace bring us in front of us. Even in pain, the seeker of Gotrasadha has to go to the Gangotri of joy. By forgetting that joy by 'suffering pain', shouldn't the world be made a prison? The individual elements of nature therefore nothing wrote their diaries differently.

The sun comes smiling, rejoicing and walking away, the moon also enters slowly and disappears by the first dawn. Even water does not lose its speed. How does our daily routine change? Have fun dancing to the same pictures on the new page every day. No matter the point of pain but supreme bliss, every page should remain a smile of Krishna. Every word should be the tune of Kahani Bansi, every word should have the flow of Radha's love.

Ray, what a contract! Dear! Our elegance continues to increase day and night. Makes us throneless. By making the moments zero, he can make it full again. The garland of fragrance is woven, the story begins without the words of the unexpressed touch ... Dear, Hillol, Hillol.