Who Ramakrishna was passes my imagination. I find him fathomless and fluid with no external boundaries to contain him, no definite structure to hold him. He seems to be the indefinable essence of Godhead manifested as a human in our fractured vision. But the beauty of it lies in the fact that recollection of his form, his attributes and his earthly play renders our vision whole and we see the limitless possibilities of our own souls and the infinitude that is Ramakrishna.
But words are words and they conceal more than they reveal when it comes to expressing the divine. The flautist doth play the vesper raga as he tends his herd home across the Yamuna. Ramakrishna remains the elusive note in the music of the spheres. Who can hold him, who can bind but by the cords of love? He inspires your love for him, he ever eludes its advancing reach. Nataraja, he dances across the ends of space and lies motionless in Self-conscious grace. I wish to write on him but where to begin, where to end, for it is infinitude all the way. The waters of Brahman fill up space, 'adhoe uurdha paripurna' (from base to height all filled up). I give up before I begin, the rest may Thakur speak.
Who had appeared on earth as Ramakrishna befuddled even the great Swami Vivekananda. He saw him at close length, tested him through and through, lived with him, served him and worshipped him, became illumined by his touch, loved him and followed him, nay, even pledged to be his slave for life after life, but could not fathom him. Who is Ramakrishna?
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