Oh, dear friend from heaven, welcome to our wet and cool rainy morning!
Maybe you like all this because you announced yourself with a fragrance last night.
They say Krishna brought you from heaven for Rukmini.
He did well, because you looked good in the garland yesterday around his neck on Janmashtami.
There is a rain of all you flowers we call Parijatas overnight every season.
It is a delicate carpet of beauty and fragrance by the morning.
But one might think, "What a waste!"
Not realising it is an act of fulfilment.
Just as Krishna's grace showers us all constantly, so do you, flowers brought by him.
We who know only how to buy, sell, hoard and put a price on things can't understand
What's limitless, unconditional, and a divine expression with no bounds or expectations.
Thank you.
***
