"I now lift from thee the load which hath caused thee to forget Me, and, in forgetting Me, to have lost the beauty which was born of Me."
And with the halo of joy about him, Indra returned to his abode, endowed with greater power.
CHAPTER XXIII.
And now autumn, [3] the sweetest and richest season of all the glad year, had come; and the brow of Brindāban was fair to look upon.
| [3] | The first part of the Indian Autumn which comes after the Rainy Season. |
Peace and love stood on every threshold and walked on every roadway, and all lifted up their voices, and the words of their gladness was Love, Love!
In the hearts of all the song rose and showed them pleasant ways and haunts that ended in Bliss. Men knew gratitude and justice, which are the attributes of Love.
Love walked on earth and left its blessing in its trail I The flowers whispered their love to one another and the dew clung closer to their petals, because of the warmth of their love.
All the land seemed to have ripened into the deepest beauty, for the Beauty of Love here was King.
And Krishna was King and reigned in every heart, and all bowed before the majesty of the beauty of His Love.