I SEE MY KRISHNA IN SAI
Now all these vocabulary of “Swamy” ‘Baba’ was becoming too much for me to bear. I just wanted to see the photograph with or without so called vibhuti & run away from the scene once for all! I was , to say the least, in a terrible state of fear of “The Unknown”!
May be the All Merciful Lord realized my dilemma & as if to remove that ‘Fear of unknown’ instantly from my mind, He decided to appear to me in the form of my beloved Krishna whom I used to worship & adore in my mind everyday!
Yes the photograph with pinches of vibhuti which Mr. Anandani was trying to show me as that of his Sai Baba was transformed into divine charming face of my beloved Krishna for a moment and I heard myself shout “This is Krishna, My Krishna”!
The fear of the unknown had vanished almost instantly! The feeling of discomfort was completely & effortlessly overcome by the feeling of joy & intimacy! This was My Krishna! Tears of joy rolled down instantly from my eyes . But Mr. Anandini insisted that this was Swamy’s photograph which he materialized for all of them when he got interview last year at Puttaparthy !!
Now, what was Sai Baba for Mr. Anandani appeared to me as My Krishna for a moment & as I closed my eyes I could feel the surge of natural Love for my Krishna in me but the very next moment when I opened my eyes, I saw our Lord Sai-Krishna in his divine majestic form with crown of curly hair !
That was my 1st encounter
with my own reality!
But, brought up as we were in the atmosphere of falsehood, artificial behavior and sceptism, my mind wanted to just ‘run-away’ from my own reality like a rat trying to run away from mother earth but nevertheless always running over it even while wanting to escape from it!
That is the tragedy &
that is the comedy of our life!
Is the time not yet come? Are there works still to do?
Should I wait & weep & wear out my heart in vain longing?
This is my delight, thus to wait & watch;
My heart is glad within
and the air is filling with the perfume of promise,
And I feel in the air a faint smell of Thy sweet presence;
I know not from what distant time
thou art ever coming nearer to meet me,
Thy sun & stars can never keep thee hidden from me;
Have you not heard His Sai-lent steps?
He comes, He comes, He ever comes,
In sorrow after sorrow of His apparent separation,
It is His steps that press upon my heart and
it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.
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