{"id":1474,"date":"2007-04-24T18:52:09","date_gmt":"2007-04-24T18:52:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/library\/the-poet-seers\/sri-krishna\/"},"modified":"2012-03-06T13:41:44","modified_gmt":"2012-03-06T13:41:44","slug":"sri-krishna","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/?page_id=1474","title":{"rendered":"Sri Krishna"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nGod is proud of His Divinity in Sri Krishna. Man is proud of his humanity in Sri Krishna.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sri Krishna is the beloved Boatman who untiringly plies His Boat of Consciousness between India&#8217;s unparalleled history and Her unrivalled spirituality.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The Gita is Sri Krishna&#8217;s Heart, His Vision-in-Fulfilment. The Gita is humanity&#8217;s breath, its journey towards Immortality.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sri Krishna&#8217;s Flute stirs the Universal Consciousness. Sri Krishna&#8217;s Gita enchants the Transcendental Consciousness.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sri Krishna plays on His Flute. We hear. We do something more. We barter our body&#8217;s dust with His Soul&#8217;s Plenitude.&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sri Krishna is the shoreless ocean of Bliss. But as soon as I sincerely dedicate myself to Him, He presents me with His own Boat and takes me to the boundless Shore, the Golden All.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;Excerpt from <i>India, My India<\/i> by <a href=\"..\/..\/..\/sri_chinmoy\">Sri Chinmoy.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Array<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1428,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"sidebar-page.php","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1474","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1474","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1474"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1474\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3897,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1474\/revisions\/3897"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1428"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1474"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}