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My Krishna

When I saw
What was not given to me
I complained to you

When I saw
What was given to me
I praised you

Was I not enlightened,
When I praised you

Was I not you
When I tried to be yours

Was I not found by you
When I was lost


I am only yours
My Krishna!
I am only yours! 


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Anonymous said…
There was a a shepherd who had 100 sheep. The shepherd was very good and kind. He kept his sheep safe from wild animals. He watched over them at night.

One day one of the sheep got lost. The shepherd left his 99 sheep in a safe place and went to look for the missing one. He searched high in the mountains and far into the wilderness.

When he finally found his sheep, the shepherd rejoiced. He put the sheep on his shoulders and carried it home.

Those words and that picture, reminded me of this story about Jesus.
Even Paulo Coelho uses the same motif in his Alchemist, mentioning Santiago is a good shepherd. There is so much commonness in Krishna and Christ, ever wondered why!?
November 8, 2018 at 9:14 AM
@ngel ~ said…
In my life earlier I used to believe crazily in christ but after a sudden realization I started worshiping krishna. Cz I never felt as connected to Christ as Krishna.
November 8, 2018 at 2:21 PM
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