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When all the colors flow into One. The festival of Holi is full of life, beauty, joy, and togetherness. Played with flowers, water, and colors, this festival is the joyful worship of Sri Hari. The victory of good over evil when the cruel demoness Holika was burned by the sacred fire and the great Bhakta Prahlad was protected. When winter turns into spring and life is renewed. When all the colors of the universe mix into the Prem of the little prince of Vrindavan, Sri Krishna. Absorbing all the pain and joy of the world, Sri Krishna is the only one who remains. When you’ve let go of everything at the Feet of the SatGuru what do you find remains leftover for you? It is just that Prem. Which is all encompassing yet cannot be found anywhere in the world. Which is all fulfilling yet one is never satisfied with the closeness to the Beloved. Which is life itself when the illusion of the world has ended. To live truly, one has to change the mind. Turn it from the world to the little blue boy of Vrindavan. Who will steal your heart and never give it back. Then you can say that you are truly alive, when Prem is burning inside of your heart. Longing, missing, meeting, and Darshanam, seeing and being seen by Bhagavan. All these streams, merge into the ocean of Prem. The grace of the SatGuru makes that ever mysterious Prem our living reality. Happy Holi! Paramahamsa Vishwananda❤️❤️❤️
