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Food for the Soul by Himavati Devi Dasi

Mar 1, 1968 | Himavati Devi Dasi, Lord Krsna's Cuisine, Volume-01 Number-17

In Bhakti Yoga, all activities can be turned to spiritual advancement. This article describes how to spiritualize your eating and enjoy ecstasy at every meal. Krishna Consciousness is a way of life that is practiced twenty-four hours a day. It fulfills the needs of... read more

To Rupamanjari, Who Knows the Heart of Lord Chaitanya by Rupanuga Dasa

Mar 1, 1968 | Lord Caitanya, Rupanuga Dasa, Volume-01 Number-17

O Dear Gopis! O purest of the Pure So dear to Krishna, Who can help you look for Him, When suddenly He leaves The Sacred Rasa Dance, Black Cloud adorned with lightning, Disappearing in the dark Tangled wood. O Dear Lalita, Visakha, Kantchenbala, where did He go? Did... read more

The Return of Swamiji by Madhavendra Dasa Brahmachari

Mar 1, 1968 | Madhavendra Dasa Brahmachary, Srila Prabhupada's Memories, Volume-01 Number-17

April 17, 1968. John F. Kennedy Airport Just hearing that Swamiji was coming back to New York, the devotees, having felt separation from their Spiritual Master, were filled now with so much bliss. Their joyful shouts of "Haribol!" filled the temple at... read more

The Butter Thief by Satsvarupa Dasa

Mar 1, 1968 | Lord Krsna's Pastimes, Satsvarupa Dasa, Volume-01 Number-17

This Lord Krishna Blackish, plump Standing on the shoulders of His pals, His two hands around the covered bowl of butter hanging on ropes from the ceiling, has stolen my understanding. Yasoda is ducking out the door. He reaches two hands for the bowl. The Selfsame One... read more

Krishna’s Dishes by Himavati Devi Dasi

Mar 1, 1968 | Himavati Devi Dasi, Volume-01 Number-17

The woods are so dark and rich and deep and calling me tonight. "Come out. Come out of the temple and walk amidst our splendor," say the trees. The moon is a white sliver and it rocks me back and forth: "Come out, come out, come out and see the... read more

Poem by Harsharani Devi

Mar 1, 1968 | Harsharani Devi Dasi, Poetry, Volume-01 Number-17

Dear Swamiji I offer my respects unto the Lotus Feet of my Spiritual Master, Who is always herding cows In Goloka Vrindaban with His Dearmost Friend, Krishna. Sometimes He is running barefoot Through the forest chasing cows And sometimes He is hiding behind A tree... read more