At Jadu Mallick's Calcutta house Shri Ramakrishna sang: O Mother ever blissful as Thou art, do not deprive thy worthless child of bliss. My mind knows nothing but thy lotus feet. The King of Death scowls at me terribly; tell me, Mother, what shall I say to him? It was my heart's desire to sail my boat across the ocean of this mortal life, o Durga, with thy name upon my lips. I never dreamt that Thou would drown me in the dark waters of this shoreless sea. Both day and night I swim among its waves, chanting thy saving name; yet even so there is no end, o Mother, to my grief. If I am drowned this time, in such a plight, none will ever chant thy name again. Mother, am I thine eight-months child? Thy red eyes cannot frighten me! My riches are thy lotus feet, which Shiva holds upon his breast; yet, when I seek my heritage, I meet with excuses and delays. A deed of gift I hold in my heart, attested by thy Shiva; I shall sue Thee, if I must, and with a single point win. If Thou opposes, Thou will learn what sort of mother's son I am. This bitterly contested suit between Mother and son--what sport it is! says Ramprasad. I shall not cease tormenting Thee till Thou Thyself yield the fight and take me in Thine arms at last.

At Vidyasagar's Calcutta house on 8-5-1882 Shri Ramakrishna sang: How are you trying, o my mind, to know the nature of God? You are groping like a madman locked in a dark room. He is grasped thru ecstatic love; how fathom Him without it? Only thru affirmation, never negation, can you know Him; neither thru Veda nor Tantra nor the 6 darshanas. It is in love's elixir only that He delights, o mind; He dwells in the body's inmost depths, in everlasting joy. And for that love the mighty yogis practise yoga from age to age. When love awakes, the Lord magnet-like draws to Him the soul. He it is, says Ramprasad, that I approach as Master. But must I give away the secret, here in the marketplace? From the hints here given, o mind, guess what that Being is! As is a man's meditation, so his feeling of love; as is a man's feeling of love, so his gain, and faith is the root of all. If in the Nectar Lake of Mother Kali's feet my mind remains immersed, of little use are worship, oblations, sacrifice.

On Saturday Oct 11, 1884 Shri Ramakrishna sang: Can everyone have the vision of Radha? Can everyone taste her love? This, the rarest treasure of all, no earthly wealth can buy; without devotions and sadhana (renunciation) none can ever obtain it. The raindrop falling upon the deep when Svati (Arcturus) shines on high is formed within the oyster's shell as priceless pearl. Can such a pearl be formed from rain that falls at other times? Mothers with babes in arms may beckon to the moon to leave the sky and come to them; but only the babes are fooled. Does the moon ever leave the sky and dwell on earth? Remember this, o mind! Nobody is your own; vain your wandering in this world. Trapped in the subtle snare of maya as you are do not forget the Mother's name. Only a day or two men honor you on earth as lord and master; all too soon that form so honored now must needs be cast away when Death as master seizes you. Even your beloved wife, for whom while you live you fret yourself almost to death, will not go with you then; she too will say bye and shun your corpse as a foul thing. Dwell, o mind, within yourself, enter no other's home. If you but seek there, you will find all you are searching for. God, the true Philosopher's Stone, answering every prayer, lies hidden deep within your heart, the richest gem of all. How many pearls and precious stones are scattered all about the outer court that lies before the chamber of your heart!

On 3-11-85 at Balaram Bose's Calcutta house; again there on 4-6-85 & on 4-12-85; first Tarapada sang; then a singer with drummer; then Trailokya: Come one and all! Take Radha's love! The high tide of her love flows by; it will not last for very long. Oh come then! Come ye one and all! In countless streams flows from Her love, as much as you desire is yours. Made all of love, She pours it out unstintingly for everyone; her love intoxicates the heart with heavenly bliss and thrills the soul. Oh come sing Lord Hari's name, drawn by her love. Come ye all! O madhavi (flowering creeper), give me back my Sweet One! Give Him back, for He is mine and make me your slave forever. He is my life, as water to a fish; o madhavi, you have hidden Krishna in your bosom! I am a simple guiless girl and you have stolen my beloved. O madhavi, I die for my Sweet, I cannot bear to live without Him. O give Him, give Him back to me!

Victory to Gora (Chaitanya), Sachi's son! Hail, abode of every virtue, touchstone of love, ocean of bliss, Hari's chanter, beauteous of form, enchanting eye like shining gold! His tender arms reach the knee, graceful and long as lotus stalks, lovingly stretched to all mankind; his lotus face of matchless beauty overflows with nectar; his cheeks covered with curling hair radiant with bliss, beaming with heavenly fervor, body trembling with Hari's joy, Gauranga goldenly dances like a mad elephant, shaking in all limbs with love's frenzy! Prize of every sadhu's heart, Gauranga embraces the outcast, calls him brother, takes him in his arms in sweet love! He dances with both arms upraised singing Hari's name; tears stream down his cheeks; he weeps, cries, trembles and rages, saying Where is Hari, Jewel of my heart? The hair on his limbs stands on end; like a kadamba flower is his body; covered with dust he rolls on the ground. O Thou abode of Krishna's lila, fountainhead of love's elixir, friend of helpless, glory of Banga; hail Chaitanya, bright shining as the moon in the bhakta's heart!