posted on Aug, 12 2020 @ 08:11 AM
A strange thing happened, for the second time this week I offered bits of all the lacto-vegetarian food in the house.
Burnt some incense too (uh-oh the cops in SA might think it's tobacco).
A picture of Krishna and Prabhupada.
And then rang the little bell.
And this feeling suddenly went through me.
What I felt back in the temple long ago.
Krishna had accepted my offering.
Now I may eat it.
Like you've arrived where you've always been.
At one with Krishna.
Prasadam earlier this week: Yogurt and strawberries:
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