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In the silent monsoon night, the sound of somebody’s footfall was heard near
my temple door. The sky was thundering and shining with flashes of
lightning. In the silent night of Sravana, the second month of monsoon, I
heard the sound of somebody’s footfall.
Coming out of my abode, I say some goddess. With fresh flowers and
garland in her hand, hope and zeal in her eyes, and affection in her limbs,
she stood there; a daughter of divine of some deity.
With water and flowers in offering, I again returned to greet the
guest and offering them at her feet waited for a while; and she expressed
readiness for her body’s dedication for my services instantaneously.
There was horripilation in my body. With folded hands I expressed
my gratitude and said: ‘I cherish no desire for the body. Clasping hands
round your tender waist, I wish not to plunge into merriment.’
Then she brought her face forward and again I felt horripilation.
With tears in eyes I replied ‘My beloved! I don’t desire for picnic of
kisses too.’
‘Can’t you appreciate my love then? Are you not ready to accept
this ordinary love-gift of mine?’ she inquired.
‘I am indebted for the love of yours,’ I replied, ‘but too deep,
mysterious or incomprehensible is the dwelling place of my love.’
When the consciousness was restored, I saw her fall at my feet.
Putting the dust of my feet on her head she said, ‘I came for initiation
into love, and received that initiation.’
Suddenly such novel, mysterious, incident occurred during that quiet
night of monsoon. |
