Friends, in today’s lesson we have Mother and Father in their Divine Form lecturing to 17 female devotees of Krishna [the numbers do have a significance]. For them Krishna and Radha teach the way of pure intentional love, in all its many forms. Personally, I have never found that freedom and liberation requires forgoing the joys of the world–as long as one assumes the Godhead when enjoying them for the sake of all others. True, desire creates ignorance in our minds and so we look to desire for aggrandizement of self, escape, or personal profit. What liberation requires is placing our center of intention in the higher desires and not the lower. Liberation does not mean escape from Creation!

Seventh Lesson – Poem of Two Hearts

[Setting] Lord Krishna and Lady Radha are sitting upon meditation cushions resting upon a wooden deck. In front and below them, seventeen female devotees sit in lotus position upon deer skins placed over the emerald grass. The eyes of each devotee seeing only a resplendent, multi-hued, living sphere of warm light floating above the deck. One half of the sphere rotates slowly clockwise and the other counterclockwise. The effect is quite hypnotic and the heart of each devotee is pulled into one or the other rotation.
The devotees are intoxicated by the fragrant tea olive sent surrounding Lord Krishna and all ache for his physical touch. The devotees are unaware that Lady Radha is in resonance with each so that the desire burning in their bodies is more than human.

Lady Radha:  Darlings, Lord Krishna and I am not available to fulfill your intense desires–we must wait until you learn to care and love your neighbor. We do not count you among the stars until your egoism is less than a grain of desert sand. When this is accomplished, you will reach our heavenly palace, and your love will be fully fulfilled. Let me recite a love song I wrote for my Lord and Lover.

The Poem Of Two Hearts

For happiness I need not much,
Seeing your slippers at my door,
Having your warm pillow close,
Pouring strong tea into two cups.

For pure inner joy, I need only you,
Your kind words bring me hope,
My remembrances of you, excite my lust,
Your soul, heals my broken heart.

Your sweet and loving voice at night,
Calms and excites.
Your sexy whisper before dawn,
Only makes me long for more.

Beloved Heart-Friend of mine,
Now, I do surely know,
That real marriages are arranged in Heaven,
And not by holy priest or family plan.

For souls are born as pairlings – boy and girl,
And sent into the world alone,
To search for one another, no deva help,
Only a faint remembrance remains, sometimes.

And when the storm breaks and
Angry dark clouds are threatening,
You comb my hair and kiss my cheeks,
There is no sadness, no harm, no fear.

A Rishi once took me aside, and
We sat together ‘neath an old fig tree.
The old man smiled and after some time said,
“Most love is bitter, cold, over-seeped tea,
Failing to give us what we truly need,
For its leaves are self-love and greed.
Real love is sweet, warm and nutty,
Pleasing to the tongue and nice to the stomach,
For its flowers are love of neighbor and Krishna.”

Krishna’s tea pot is bottomless and always sweet,
Pleasing to the senses, the mind, and the heart.
But, for Krishna to fill our cup to its brim,
First we must pour out the bitter draught.

The one who waits will value the meeting.
In parting no one is to blame. . .
The one who cannot love will kill the candle, but
The one who loves is shining still.