Radha's pots

Seeing Krishna at her window, the gopi's heart leapt with joy. With shining eyes and open arms, she called out to him.

"Come, O thief. My pots are filled today, to the brim. The butter is fresh, and you have no need steal any more. Just for a few moments at your feet, I offer you everything I have."

However, today, Krishna was not tempted. Though he smiled at her, full of love, he passed her by and went to Radha's house.

When Radha saw her beloved at the window, she did not welcome him.

"Go away, you thief! I have nothing left. The pots are empty. You and your friends have robbed me clean!"

But he did not go away. He entered the house, through the window, as was his wont. Meeting Radha's defiant gaze with his smile, he peered into her pots. He found them empty, as she had said.

Then the Lord sat next to those empty pots. He put his flute to his lips and began to play. The whole of Creation stood still, in anticipation of that heavenly sound. And yet, somehow, no one heard anything.

The sound never left Radha's house. Sitting next to those empty pots, Krishna played his flute. The world heard nothing, but the pots were filled with the sound.

And so was she.