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Endless Love

I want to know what Love is

I want You to show me…

I want to feel what Love is
I know that You can show me…

So goes the Sri Argala Stotram by Krishna Das.

He was born Jeffrey Kagel in America. His experiences on the spiritual path led him to take up a Hindu name. He became a vocalist, singing primarily devotional songs to the Divine.

And that’s who he is today.

When I first heard the Stotram, I was mesmerized. What were these words, who was this man singing them? And why did it fill me with a deep need to weep, to profess my love to something or someone I didn’t even know?

Roopam dehi, jayam dehi
yasho dehi, dvisho jahi…

Grant us Your Form, Grant us Victory
Grant us Welfare, Remove all Hostility

Over and over and over, this line repeats itself. A beautiful, melting, aching chorus bringing together our heart strings, connecting them to Ma’s beautiful locks so that every time She twirls, our hearts dance right alongside Her.

Her magnificent form, rising so far above us that to perceive Her Head is a futile desire. Where is Her beginning? Where is Her end, the tips of Her beautiful toes whose slight patter causes the storms that pour down upon our heads?

Devi prachanda
dordanda, daitya darpa vinashini…

With Your Great Staff, You have destroyed
the demons of egotism and thought

So, won’t You take pity upon this hapless soul who knows not what she’s made of? Who knows not what You are made of?

How can I when Your breath created this galaxy amidst millions and millions and millions of others? What chance do I have, smaller than the smallest speck of dust on Your glorious Feet, to capture Your attention, to make You hear my desperate, pleading, rip-roaring cry to You?

Om Namas Chandikaye…
Om Namas Chandikaye.

Jayanti Mangala Kali,
Bhadrakali Kapalini.

Durga Kshama Shivadatri,
Svaha Svadha Namostute.

She Who Conquers over All.
All-Auspicious, the Remover of Darkness, the Excellent One Beyond Time.

The bearer of the Skulls of the Impure Thought.
The Reliever of Difficulties, Loving Forgiveness, Supporter of the Universe.
You are the One who Receives the Offerings made to the Gods and the Ancestors.

I bow to You.

I know You hear me. This is Your game, is it not, Ma? Your little ways to see how much Your child needs You, how much You are actually present in her mind.

Guess what, Ma? The joke’s on You.

My every breath is for You. My heart beats for You. It is made of You. There isn’t a moment when You aren’t in my thoughts.

In ways known and unknown, You creep into my everyday actions, my mundane doings. Showing me that Your Existence is my reason to live.

Without You, there is no me.

You showed me my soul’s eternal longing for You.

Perhaps, this lifetime, You’ll finally merge me into Yours.

In the
deepest recesses of my heart,
a song begins to play.
You ask me to
listen closely,
for it is not
the Silence
we all Seek?

It is but
the whisper of
Your Love,
the Grace of
Your Glance
that evokes in
this tiny little being,
endless longing.

Endless. Boundless. Hopeless.

Lost
in Your name,
Your ever-knowing
Smile,
all I can do
is
drown,
keep drowning,
in the song
that is Your
siren call
to my devotion.

The Song of the
Divine
that is
You.

What is Love?

You.

Unconditional Love?

You.

Life?

You.

Death?

You.

I want to know what Love is
I want You to show me…

I want to feel what Love is
I know that You can show me…

Endless Love?

You.
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