Pride is a weed in the field of intelligence. As love for Krishna increases, it removes the weeds of pride.
Illusion comes in two forms: love and hate.
As instruments in Krishna's hands, we can’t say, “Don’t play me like this, play me like that.” Let Krishna play and don’t get out of tune!
From lips, we say, “Its all Gurudeva’s mercy.” But our heart says, “It’s me, it’s me! I am so great.” “Tell me about it… what a mock show of humility.”