Lālasāmayī
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"Lālasāmayī - desiring some perfectional stage. This desiring some perfectional stage in spiritual life is not sense gratification. When one realizes something of his/her constitutional relationship with God, he/she understands his/her original position and wants to be reinstated in this position, either as friend, servant, parent or conjugal lover of Kṛṣṇa, God. That is called lālasāmayī, or very eagerly desiring to go to one's natural position. This lālasāmayī stage of submission comes in the stage of perfect liberation, which is technically called svarūpa-siddhi, when the living entity understands, by perfect spiritual advancement and revelation, his/her original relationship with the Lord."
This is a book of my own written poems as an offering to the Lord and His divine eternal associates.
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