My dear spiritual father,
Please accept my most respectful obeisances unto your lotus feet.
All glories to Śrīla Prabhupāda. All glories to Your Holiness and to this most glorious Vyāsa-pūjā day.
Your Holiness' daily sādhana, classes, and service, by themselves, relieve the anxiety of your sons and the rest of the world.
Still, there aren't existing words to correctly thank you for making the choice to continue enlightening us in this material world, even after so many health challenges and after a direct call from the spiritual world.
How fortunate are we to be part of this sampradāya, this divine lineage? Therefore, the mercy itself, along with the philosophy, is the heritage of our spiritual family.
This heritage, however, seems to rise each time more—from Śrī Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa, to Nitai-Gaur, to Śrīla Prabhupāda, and to you. How is it possible to deserve such huge treasure, this pure and accumulated mercy?
This last year, we had the good news to receive the monthly darśans for the Latin community. They are a gift to nourish our spiritual lives.
The peacocks became festive and cried out a joyful greeting when they saw the clouds arrive, just as people distressed in household life feel pleasure when the pure devotees of the infallible Supreme Lord visit them.
(Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam 10.20.20)
You freely give your mercy, as rainy clouds rain everywhere.
Dear Guru Mahārāja, I need the blessings to put my pot facing upwards, to collect fully your mercy.
Your poor and ever spiritual daughter,
Jāhnavā Īśvarī devī dāsī