Close your eyes gently,
Take a slow breath in and out,
Let the outside world fade away for now.
Imagine yourself lying beneath a quiet starlit sky on the banks of the holy Yamuna.
The night air is cool and fragrant with the faint sweetness of jasmine.
The river hums softly like a mother singing a lullaby.
As you rest here,
You hear the gentle sound of a flute.
The melody is unlike anything else,
Soft,
Flowy and filled with love.
It feels as if the music is touching not only your ears but your heart,
Washing away every worry and thought.
The flute is being played by none other than our beloved Lord Krishna.
And then you see him,
Seated gracefully under the shade of a Kadamba tree.
His skin glows with a soft bluish radiance,
Like the calm of twilight.
His eyes are deep,
Endless pools of love,
Carrying the warmth of a thousand suns,
Yet the coolness of moonlight.
His peacock feather sways lightly in the breeze and his yellow garments shine softly,
Like rays of dawn.
In his hands he holds the flute,
The very source of the melody that has been soothing your heart.
As he plays,
The whole forest seems alive,
Yet deeply peaceful.
The leaves stop rustling.
The Yamuna flows slowly,
Almost listening.
Even the stars above appear to lean closer,
Bathing the earth in a gentle silver glow.
You notice the cows nearby,
Lying down completely calm,
Their eyes half closed.
They too are drifting into a deep rest.
Just like you.
Birds have tucked themselves into their nests,
Their heads hidden under the wings.
Lulled by Krishna's song,
Even the breeze seems to whisper,
Rest,
Rest,
Rest.
Krishna's flute plays directly to your soul.
It carries memories of your past lives,
Your devotion,
The love,
The safety and belonging.
You feel connected.
You feel as though he's playing only for you.
Guiding you home,
Back to the deepest part of your being,
Where all is calm,
All is love,
All is whole.
The pure consciousness.
Slowly Madhav looks toward you.
His eyes meet yours.
There is no judgment,
No expectation,
Only infinite compassion and understanding.
He smiles.
It is the kindest of smile that tells you,
You are safe,
You are loved,
You are mine.
Without speaking,
You feel his message.
Release the day.
Release all the burdens.
Come into rest.
Listen to the flute I am playing.
I am always with you.
You are not alone.
As the flute continues,
You feel your body grow lighter.
The tension in your forehead melts away.
Your shoulders sink gently.
You breathe slower and slower and deeper.
With every note of Krishna's flute,
You are drawn into a quiet stillness,
As if floating in the heart of the night sky itself.
The music carries you on a gentle journey through moonlit forest,
Where every tree bows to Krishna's presence.
Across the calm Yamuna,
Where the ripples sparkle like silver jewels,
Into the eternal Vrindavan,
Where time stands still and only love exists.
You feel the soft earth beneath you,
Cradling you.
The scent of sandalwood and lotus drifts through the air.
Somewhere in the distance,
You hear the faint anklet of the gopis,
But they too are at peace,
Resting in Krishna's love.
The song of the flute grows slower,
Softer,
Almost like a heartbeat.
Your own heart begins to match its rhythm,
Slowly,
Gently,
Peacefully.
You feel yourself dissolving into the sound.
There is no separation anymore.
You are the music.
You are the river.
You are the night sky.
You are the beloved of Krishna,
Resting in his eternal embrace.
And as you drift deeper into the state,
His voice,
Soft like a whisper,
Inside your heart says,
Sleep now.
The world can wait.
In my presence,
You are free.
In my love,
You are eternal.
Rest,
And when you awaken,
Know that I will still be here with you.
The flute fades into silence,
But its peace lingers,
Remains within you.
The night holds you gently.
You are safe.
You are loved.
You are one with Krishna.
Drift now into deep,
Restful sleep.
He is looking after you.
He is looking after you.
