THE KISS OF KRISHNA ... IN RESPONSE TO A QUOTATION FROM CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE, 'MAKE ME IMMORTAL WITH A KISS'.

But this, my friend, has to be the ethereal kiss, totally devoid of aught of Earth, pure and free of material contact, utterly, sublimely, transcendentally spiritual, the baremost touch of Spirit on Spirit that awakens in a trice the coiled-up power (kulakundalini shakti) and sends lovers careering into transcendent bliss, consciousness, immortality. Few in history have had this touch power and fewer still been the recipients of this heavenly kiss. The Gopis of Vrindavan were enmaddened by this ecstatic kiss of Krishna and craved for evermore, the touch of the Divine transporting them to supernal heights of consciousness where space and time melt into an infinite whole, spherical without bounds, and the Self broods on the Self before rebounding into the dizzy heights of love sublime, life eternal locked in lips divine. And just the other day, on the banks of the Ganga, the sage of Dakshineshwar transformed his leonine protege with this touch divine, the Kiss of Krishna. Who will follow the notes of the Flautist Free? Who will step in to the rhythms of the Dance Divine? If you will friend, then unto you belongs freedom unbound, the light of love and the bliss beyond. Set sail my friend, unfurl your sails and cross ashore to the bank beyond where all is love and all is life and all is the Lord beyond all strife. Unto such a dawn my friend, I send these lines tonight. They'll waft through the starry skies to welcome you with the light.