"So, is the sky the color of Krishna?"
October 7, 1972, ISKCON Los Angeles
One evening while in his garden, Srila Prabhupada looked at the sky and said, "So, is the sky the color of Krishna?"
"In Krishna Book it says that Krishna is dark bluish like the thundercloud," a disciple answered.
"The sky is the color of Krishna," Srila Prabhupada explained. "It is the light from Krishna's bodily effulgence that makes the sky blue."
Often, after leaving the garden, Srila Prabhupada went to his room and listened to the recording of that morning's Srimad-Bhagavatam class. Sometimes he had me pick star jasmine flowers which grew on the bushes just outside his garden. The flower's scent was especially fragrant at night. One evening while smelling a sprig of blossoms, he said, "Ah, this is Krishna!"
I often brought jasmine to his bedroom in the evening. He occasionally smelled them during his massage. He then kept them on his pillow (close to his nose) all night. The following morning, I would find the flowers gently laying on the pillow exactly where they had been the night before. The flowers were as fresh and fragrant as ever, looking as if they had just been picked. His Divine Grace always showed us how Krishna is in every part of this material creation.
SrIla Prabhupäda Uvaca -
Srutakirti däsa
One evening while in his garden, Srila Prabhupada looked at the sky and said, "So, is the sky the color of Krishna?"
"In Krishna Book it says that Krishna is dark bluish like the thundercloud," a disciple answered.
"The sky is the color of Krishna," Srila Prabhupada explained. "It is the light from Krishna's bodily effulgence that makes the sky blue."
Often, after leaving the garden, Srila Prabhupada went to his room and listened to the recording of that morning's Srimad-Bhagavatam class. Sometimes he had me pick star jasmine flowers which grew on the bushes just outside his garden. The flower's scent was especially fragrant at night. One evening while smelling a sprig of blossoms, he said, "Ah, this is Krishna!"
I often brought jasmine to his bedroom in the evening. He occasionally smelled them during his massage. He then kept them on his pillow (close to his nose) all night. The following morning, I would find the flowers gently laying on the pillow exactly where they had been the night before. The flowers were as fresh and fragrant as ever, looking as if they had just been picked. His Divine Grace always showed us how Krishna is in every part of this material creation.
SrIla Prabhupäda Uvaca -
Srutakirti däsa
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