When I was 16, I saw a unique Saint in the dense jungles near Sharbhang Ashram. Learned scholars would laugh at his method of practicing devotion.
He was sitting with a broken mirror and broken comb inside his hut made of leaves. He would comb his withered hair again and again with it and check his appearance in his broken mirror. Then he would restlessly look here and there and call out, “O Beloved; O Lord of my life!” A little while later he would start crying like a child. Sometime after that he would become ecstatic, as if he had attained something, and then he would start laughing loudly. Sometimes he would act offended and sulk. Sometimes he would dance. His state was very unique. I watched him quietly.
After a few hours, when he came back to normal consciousness, I went before him and respectfully bowed and asked him, “What were you doing just now?” He replied simply and innocently as a little child, “Sakhi, you don’t know. My Beloved may come at any moment. I always keep myself ready to welcome Him.” He embraced me after saying this. I have not forgotten that embrace to this day. It was the anxious embrace of a woman suffering the pangs of separation from her beloved . . .
Now, just think, in which scripture is this peculiar style of devotion described? But Shri Krishna is causelessly merciful. He just wants every soul to love Him. There are no rules and regulations to love Him. Everyone or anyone can love Him in his own style . . .
Jagadguru Shri Kripalu Ji Maharaj
An excerpt from Rupadhyana - Loving Remembrance, the English translation of Rupadhyana, p. 53-4
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