Saint Mira

Author(s): T L Vaswani
Publisher: Saint Miras English Medium School

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BRINDABAN-LEELA
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in Brindaban, as she moves along, crossing street after street! They come out of their houses and bow down to her in reverence. They gaze at her face and listen to the one word she utters again and again :-“Govinda! Govinda! Govinda!” In the simplest language, which is the language of love, she teaches them the great lesson of bhakti, the supreme lesson of self-surrender.
“Blessed is Mira,” they say; "her touch sanctifies the soil made sacred by Krishna's contact and communion, in the long ago.” Some say :"Her songs bring back to us the ancient memory of rasa-lila.” Some say :-“When she dances in ecstasy, we see Krishna again.” Some say :---"We feel that Shyama is nigh to us as we sit at her feet and as we gaze at her holy face rapt in meditation." Some say :—“Wonderful is she! Once a queen, she comes to us today in the garb of a beggar,-a wanderer in the streets of Brindaban. Blessed, blessed be Mira!"
Little ones, the children of cowherds, come running to her and touch her feet and say :-"O Blessed One! here is milk for thee. Drink and bless us!” Not a few, bowing to her in reverence, say :“O Holy One! sing again to us the ancient, forgotten song of the gopis of Brija.” And Mira gently, in deep humility, sings her one-word song :-“Govinda!