The moon that is there in the sky, that is not of today. Wherever and what places it is
it would scatter the illumination. It brings joy in the niip grove, glimpses of beauty in
Vrndavan, shine of gold within ashes and lotus flower amidst desert. Those would remain in
joy, if they are, if sorrows come, it turns. Those whose bosom is filled with His
ideation, He would remove the agonies and blow the flute.