A devotee once asked me, “Do you think Śrīla Prabhupāda is somewhere else in the material world preaching?”
I replied, “Prabhupāda is still preaching right here through his books and his movement. As for having gone somewhere else in the material world to preach, I can’t say for sure. But Śrīla Prabhupāda was so intensely concerned to save others that it’s difficult to imagine that for him preaching was just a temporary engagement that he has now given up (‘glad that’s over!’) to remain exclusively in Goloka Vṛndāvana. Undoubtedly Prabhupāda is always in Goloka, but surely he is preaching somewhere else also. Preaching is Prabhupāda’s life. He was far more concerned about saving others than anything else, including making arrangements for his own bhajana. Preaching was, and surely is, his bhajana. How can we think of Śrīla Prabhupāda without thinking of him preaching?”
In 1965 Śrīla Prabhupāda wrote to Sally Agarwal:
But the place where I am living now has so many inconveniences which I do not wish to narrate in this small letter. Yes I am taking my meals once only for this inconvenience. In the evening I take some milk and fruit and now a days the night being very long, I feel sometimes for this night starvation. (Letter, 13 November 1965)
Śrīla Prabhupāda, it is horrible to think that perhaps you are feeling starvation somewhere even now. We are ashamed that we are such rascals to have put you to so much trouble to save us. Is it your eternal līlā to wander the universes neglected, unrecognized, and uncared for, almost till the end? Are you doing that even now? It is not for us to speculate. But we would be very sorry to learn that you are again struggling in the wilderness without friends or money. There are thousands of devotees who would willingly
Where Are You Now, Śrīla Prabhupāda?
Are you frolicking and playing in Vraja’s dust, having again got the Lord of your life, from whom you so keenly felt separation? Are you assisting the gopīs in their elaborate arrangements for Rādhā’s and Kṛṣṇa’s trysts in the secret bowers of Vṛndāvana forest?
Or are you dancing jubilantly as we saw you here, back now with your old friends in Lord Caitanya’s eternal saṅkīrtana party?
Or are you again off on your mercy wanderings: every town and village, broad smile, compassionate glance, emergency services for shattered jīvas, Hare Kṛṣṇa in every town and universe?
Or are you simultaneously in all these places at once?
I don’t know. How can I know? As an ant cannot understand the doings of human society, so I cannot even begin to understand the greatness of your personality.
Why should I speculate? All I know is: wherever you are, I want to be with you, or at least keep in contact with you. If I could sometimes get news of your divine activities, I could live a little happily.
Śrīla Prabhupāda, wherever within the vast expanse of the material and spiritual worlds you mercifully choose to place your lotus feet, I pray that you also keep them, now and forever, within my heart and upon my head.