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Prayer Request for Lasyte

Lasyte said:

I feel so sad today… I feel not deserve even telling the reasons… I know, Krishna knows all of them… I just want to ask somebody help me to pray, pray with me, for me, please… Krishna, please, guide me, be with me, please…

Lasyte

Lord Krishna, your devotee Lasyte is feeling sad. The reasons are already known to you. Lord, please give Lasyte the strength to face this and to come out of this stronger than before. Fill Lasyte with your joy and provide guidance please. Thank you for having blessed Lasyte with knowledge of you and with the knowledge that only you can eradicate all misery. You promise in the Gita that to those who seek you, you provide guidance from within. You are known as Dinabandhu, meaning Friend of the Destitute and Afflicted. Please help your dear devotee, Krishna, and end Lasyte’s pain and suffering.

Lasyte, I am terribly sorry that you are feeling this way. I hope Krishna will help you. Remember him and call out to him. Remember these promises Krishna has made:

“To those who are constantly devoted to serving Me with love, in give the understanding by which they can come to Me.” – BG 10.10

“He quickly becomes righteous and attains lasting peace. O Son of Kunti, declare it boldly that My devotee never perishes.” – BG 9.31

“But those who worship Me with devotion, meditating on My transcendental form – to them I carry what they lack and preserve what they have.” – BG 9.22

Thus Krishna promises to guide you, to sustain you and to carry what you lack. Look to him for strength and guidance. I hope you will feel better soon. If there is anything I can assist you with, please do not hesitate to let me know.

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Poems about Loneliness

I’m feeling lonely today. Go ahead, call me an emo child. Boo hoo.

So I thought I’d read some poems on loneliness. I found some I really liked so I decided to put it up here.

Loneliness

by Rainer Maria Rilke

translated by Robert Bly

Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city. Continue reading

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