Tonight we step into a quiet,
Quiet morning in Vrindavan.
The sun is starting to peak through the first clouds.
The sky is a pink and orange.
And just before the village awakens,
Before the day begins,
You look,
You notice,
The air is cool and soft.
And you can see inside a small home that butter is being churned,
Slowly and rhythmically.
And just outside,
A little figure is waiting.
You can make out his little form,
Curly hair,
A little peacock feather.
His eyes are sparkling and full of mischief.
Krishna,
He looks around.
Shhh,
He says,
Shhh,
Be quiet,
Careful.
And then he tiptoes.
You follow this little child,
Covered in a yellow dhoti,
Tiptoeing around.
He says,
Shhh,
Be quiet.
The room is still,
Just the sound of butter being churned.
Swish,
Swish,
Swish.
The butter looks fresh and soft.
It's glistening yellow.
And with a small smile,
Krishna looks at you.
He says,
Shhh,
We need to wait.
So you watch patiently as the little gopis churning the butter finish.
Their hands are covered with a little wetness,
So they decide to go wash.
With a small smile,
He tugs your dhoti.
Come.
There's something so innocent about those eyes,
So joyful.
So in that moment without fear or guilt and just pure delight,
You feel a sense of lightness and playfulness.
The innocence of childhood,
The cuteness of everything being okay.
Is that as somewhere along the way we forget this,
We become serious.
And those eyes remind you to come back to being a child.
A child that plays and forgives easily.
That loves endlessly.
That enjoys every moment.
That lets their emotions pass through.
You take a deep breath.
We've become too serious this life.
Too careful,
Too guarded.
But in this quiet moment,
You notice that Krishna is not reminding you to steal butter.
But reminding you to steal your seriousness away.
He reminds you that life is never meant to be so heavy.
You laugh.
And you run out into the morning light.
And you remain there with a gentle smile.
The first rays of the sun falling against your face.
A sense of ease coming into your body.
A sense of relaxation.
You find a tree and you go and sit down.
You allow the wind to caress your face.
You close your eyes,
You lie against the grass.
And you remind yourself to be light.
You notice your body is feeling lighter and lighter.
Like every cell is starting to smile.
Every cell having a little bit of mischievous inclination.
Like your little teacher a few minutes back.
You allow your forehead to relax,
Your jaws to soften.
And you're slowly starting to drift.
Drift into some sacred stillness.
That feels playful,
Innocent.
That feels sacred.
