
Such eruption from the heart is real preaching in the line of Chaitanya Mahaprabhu.
Not that our bhajan, and preaching are like a fireworks display -- an artificial show that looks impressive, but lacks substance and duration.
I came to worship Krishna, but maya caught me, bound me up, and I became like a tree. In the form of a wood-boring insect, a woman entered my heart. In the form of fruits; sons and daughters grew on my branches. In the form of a bird, time made its nest. This tree gradually dried up. Then the forest fire of birth and death came. Wicked desire and false hope were 2 streams of smoke that arose. I called out, “I am dying! “Please, O Vaisnava gosai! Shower the water of your mercy on me and save me!”
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so we should we be like underwater volcanos...undetectable and calm on the surface, explosive underneath.
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