excerpt  from The Heart Of A Gopi

"I HAVE HEARD KRISHNA," HE SAID.

"YOU HAVE SEEN HIM?" I ASKED WITH QUICKENING PULSE...........AND SO WE TALKED IN SWEET ACCORD UNTIL THE SUN DECLINED IN THE WEST, AND THE LAST LINGERING GLOW OF HIS FAREWELL PAGEANT OF COLOR FADED FROM EARTH AND SKY. AND THE HUSH OF THE NEW-BORN TWILIGHT STOLE UPON OUR SPIRITS, AND WE WERE MUTE- WHEN, SUDDENLY, UPON OUR EARS FELL A SHOWER OF GOLDEN MUSIC, SO SWEET, SO CLEAR, SO BRIGHT, EACH NOTE SEEMED TIPPED WITH A TINY FLAME-COLORED STAR. AND THEN THE GOLDEN SHOWER BECAME A RAINBOW OF COLORED GEMS, SPARKLING AND SCINTILLATING, UNTIL MY LORD AND I BOTH CLAPPED OUR HANDS TO OUR DAZZLED EYES, NOT KNOWING WHETHER WE SAW THE MUSIC OR HEARD IT, OR HEARD THE COLORS OR SAW THEM.....WHEN THE MUSIC ENDED I KNOW NOT, FOR WE WERE HALF SWOONING WITH RAPTURE, AND UTTERLY LOST TO THE WORLD. I KNOW KNOW THE MEANING OF SAMADHI. THAT WAS SAMADHI, THAT DIVINE TRANCE, UTTER OBLIVION TO THE SENSE - WORLD, TO THE BODY- THAT BLISS UNUTTERABLE, WHEN THE SOUL STANDS AT LAST FACE TO FACE WITH THE PARAMATMA, AND KNOWS "THIS AM I."........FOR THE FIRST MOMENT OF THAT CELESTIAL FLUTE I WAS BORN ANEW, NEVER AGAIN TO DIE..