Vyasa Puja offering to Srila Prabhupada 2019

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Dear Śrīla Prabhupāda,
Please accept my most respectful obeisances at your lotus feet.
Forty-one years have passed since you departed from the ordinary vision of this world. Those four
decades without your physical presence have brought your followers both humbling setbacks and
exhilarating breakthroughs. The amazing tribute to you is that, with all our variegation and diversity, we
still march on, seeking your pleasure.
In your Gītā purport to 12.14 you state that a devotee “is a completely perfect mystic because he is
fixed in the instructions received from the spiritual master.” The aspiration for this pinnacle of bhakti
mysticism I hold high on my head—the same place where I would love for your lotus feet to rest.
Whatever years or days I have left in this body, I beg that my sensitivity to your words and desires
increases daily.
I have been under your shelter for more than twice the number of years I lived without it. Noting
that expanse of time in your service, I seek protection from the nemesis of familiarity and casualness in
the guru-disciple relationship.
In Kali-yuga the ravages of time spare no one: anything not spiritually tied down—fixed in maturing
bhakti—will deteriorate.
Therefore I long for a closer walk with you. This is my plea. Grant it, Śrīla Prabhupāda, if you please.
Your insignificant servant,
Devāmrita Swami

Dear Śrīla Prabhupāda,

Please accept my most respectful obeisances at your lotus feet.

Forty-one years have passed since you departed from the ordinary vision of this world. Those four decades without your physical presence have brought your followers both humbling setbacks and exhilarating breakthroughs. The amazing tribute to you is that, with all our variegation and diversity, we still march on, seeking your pleasure.

In your Gītā purport to 12.14 you state that a devotee “is a completely perfect mystic because he is fixed in the instructions received from the spiritual master.” The aspiration for this pinnacle of bhakti mysticism I hold high on my head—the same place where I would love for your lotus feet to rest.

Whatever years or days I have left in this body, I beg that my sensitivity to your words and desires increases daily.

I have been under your shelter for more than twice the number of years I lived without it. Noting that expanse of time in your service, I seek protection from the nemesis of familiarity and casualness in the guru-disciple relationship.

In Kali-yuga the ravages of time spare no one: anything not spiritually tied down—fixed in maturing bhakti—will deteriorate.

Therefore I long for a closer walk with you. This is my plea. Grant it, Śrīla Prabhupāda, if you please.

Your insignificant servant,

Devāmrita Swami