Speaking in a soul-stirring satsang, the Vrindavan-based saint explained that divine offerings — be they vibrant blooms from the deity’s garland or sanctified sweets — carry the essence of God’s grace. “If a flower or Tulsi patra slips to the temple floor, do not despair,” Maharaj urged. “Gently lift it, press it to your forehead in reverence, or tuck it safely in your pocket. This simple act invites the Lord’s infinite kripa, multiplying your merits manifold rather than diminishing them.”
Drawing from ancient scriptures, he emphasised that true bhakti lies not in flawless rituals but in heartfelt intent. Accidental steps on prasad or malas hold no malice from the Almighty; mishandling them out of neglect might sting the soul, but mindful retrieval transforms the moment into a sacred communion. “Bhagwan sees the heart, not the heel,” he quipped, drawing chuckles and nods from devotees.
As India embraces its spiritual renaissance, Maharaj’s wisdom resonates, urging the masses to weave devotion into daily stumbles.
In a world rushing past altars, this gentle reminder: Even a misplaced step can lead to divine embrace.