ABOUT ANANDAMAYI MA, from memories of Swami Mangalananda
One evening during kirtan, Ma was striking a small pair of cymbals and swaying gracefully from side to side. I was sitting some distance away from her, and she would occasionally give me a brief, sidelong glance and a sweet smile.
Sitting there in sacred Vrindavan, I experienced in these brief glances, what the gopis must have felt when they gazed on Lord Krishna. Each time her fleeting glance fell on me, it was as if she was pouring honey into my whole soul.
It was a sweetness that was so rich and tangible, it actually felt like a physical substance. But at the same time, it was a joy and delight that was incomparable to anyhing that this ephemeral earth can provide.