#pandurang

because i tend to overthink a lot of things and so this is something i keep thinking about - we keep getting promised godhood or salvation or whatever it is that pundalik got, but i do not know if that’s what i want. and idk if i should be saved for what that.

while serving his parents may have been what he wanted in life, im not sure if i can do that, especially when my relationship with a good portion of my family is fraught due to being queer. so when i hear this story of selflessness all i can think is that they want me to hide until my parents are dead and then some, to save face for... not sure what. and why is it always me that needs to hide?

I was gifted the heart to love.

First, my mother, my little toys,

Then, as I grew, the hearts of boys.

Each time my love poured wild and deep,

Like water, endless and hard to keep.

But all the hearts i loved were of glass, too thin, too weak,

And my love would break them and they would leak.

My hands, now wet, did not know their place,

Heavy with love, yet lost in space.

That’s when Mauli found my hands,

Held them firm in woven strands.

He calmed the storm, he stopped the tide,

He showed me Maya, then took it aside.

He whispered Mauli, soft but the only true,

आषाढी एकादशीच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा!

भक्तीभावे होऊन दंग गाईन मी अभंग ।तुझ्या दारी पायी चालत येईन मी श्रीरंग ।। धृ ।। पांडूरंग पांडूरंग । पांडूरंग पांडूरंग ।श्रीहरि विठ्ठल । जय हरी विठ्ठल ॥ टाळ चिपळ्यांची साथ हाती घेऊन मृदंग ।वाजवीन दिनरात गाती वारकरी संग ।एक ताल एक सूर भक्तीमय सत्संग ।म्हणूनी पायी चालत येईन मी श्रीरंग । पांडूरंग पांडूरंग । पांडूरंग पांडूरंग ।श्रीहरि विठ्ठल । जय हरी विठ्ठल ॥१॥ संत सज्जनांची सेवा मिळे ज्ञानाचा…