The Tears of Bhakti

Sit quietly and remember a moment when devotion moved you to tears. Perhaps a bhajan that broke open something inside, perhaps the first sight of the Jagannath rath at Puri, perhaps holding your child during a temple visit, perhaps reading a line of Kabir or Mira late one night. Bring the moment back, gently. Do not chase the tears. Just feel the tenderness in the chest, the soft warm weight of bhakti when it is pure. That tenderness is the heart's true shape. The tears were only its wet edges.