Radha Krishna Love Quotes

At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna Loved her for the last time and left. . . That night in her husband's arms, Radha felt So dead that he asked, What is wrong, Do you mind my kisses, love? And she said, Not not at all, but thought, What is It to the corpse if the maggots nip?

Krishna means love," she said. "But Radha means longing. Longing is older than love. I am older than he. Did you know that, Sita?

I see You, Every time I look into Buddha’s eyes. I give myself to You. Every time I alter one of Your 1,000s names. Honestly & fully I love You. Through Christ and Maria, Shiva and Shakti, Krishna and Radha, With every day that passes and every breath I take. I enter gratitude for receiving Your Love. Obeying Your Laws of Truthfulness and Ahimsa, Weaving Prana With hearts and souls of Gaia. Through mysticism, shamanism, sufism, and ecstatic meditations. I yearn to touch You, to feel You, to be You. Within this amazing Journey of Awareness of Your Consciousness.

Tamara dil no atrupt prem , avyakta jhankhana ae radha. Sukhnu sapanu, milanni aaturta ae radha. raday ma feeling hase, to radha hase ane ae hase tyan hun!

Krishna: The night is late, the fair one timorous and fearful: When will she of the olifant gait be here? The path is filled with dreadful snakes, How many dangers do her path beset, and she with feet so tender! To the feet of Providence I trust her, Success attend the Beauty's tryst! The sky is black, the earth is sodden,—My heart is anxious for her danger. Heavy the darkness in every airt,—Her feet may slip, she cannot find the path: Her glance beguiles each living thing Lakshmī comes in human form!

Radha Krishna Krishna, Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, play your flute for me beneath this parasol of stars, diadems bejeweling your eternal crown, and I will dance for you a joyous dance. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, visit your consort, Radha, mantled in the black of night, the cow-herd girl who has stolen your heart, and now the gopi has become the guru and awaits her lover with open arms. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, stay the night, and learn the love of Radha,shakti, her wifely love, the svakaya-rasa, her spiritual love, the parakiya-rasa, for immortality is a curse without both of these. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, return to heaven now for the cock has crowed and yet you linger, lazy in Radha’s bed. Even endless love must seek and end to repeat the joy of new beginnings. Return, Krishna, I beseech you, for my feet are weary of the dance and I have fields to plow and rice to plant.

Radha and Krishna never met; they were always within each other.

Krishna: The night is late, the fair one timorous and fearful: When will she of the olifant gait be here? The path is filled with dreadful snakes, How many dangers do her path beset, and she with feet so tender! To the feet of Providence I trust her, Success attend the Beauty's tryst! The sky is black, the earth is sodden,—My heart is anxious for her danger. Heavy the darkness in every airt,—Her feet may slip, she cannot find the path: Her glance beguiles each living thing Lakshmī comes in human form! Says Vidyāpati the poet:

Krishna: Wheresoever her twin feet fall, A lotus-flower uplifts them: Wheresoever her body passes swaying, There is the lightning's undulation! Surpassing radiance that I beheld, Has made her seat amidst my heart: Wheresoever her eyes are opened, There are water-lilies seen! Wheresoever her light laugh rings, There very nectar sours in envy: Wheresoever fall her sidelong glances, Fly the myriads of Madan's arrows!

Vishnu stories in the Ramayana, Bhagavata and Mahabharata reveal how he experiences birth, death and even heartbreak. Both Ram and Krishna display human emotions, yearning for the beloved. Though God, Ram cannot be with Sita, Krishna cannot be with Radha. Yet they do not turn bitter, angry or vengeful. They love unconditionally.

I know who visits your dream, Dark One. Say her name. Her smile streaks like lightning through clouds of sleep. Śyāma, she has nothing with which to repay you. Such impatience, bihaṅga! Don’t wake my sleeping Śyāma. And you, moon, pour down your cold milk on the sun’s too early fire.

Dawn is the hour when Radha and Krishna must depart from fucking deep inside the braj forest, back home, back to their duties. In their union, Krishna makes love, not war, gender dissolves masculine and feminine. His beloved Radha and the other cow-herding Gopi girls bring out a softer side of him than we see in the Bhagavad Gita with the warrior Arjuna. Krishna revealed himself; I suppose that’s the power of the feminine—it lets you closer to the softness of the Divine.