Wherever its drops fall, life fills the shadow.
A beautiful ensemble of pleasing elements: the butterfly, the steaming cup of black coffee, leaves and gently rippling water. Contrast this with when I drink tea outside in my front garden. A fly inadvertently falls into the tea and I end up pouring half the cup onto the concrete ground.
bhajanam yatra jayate
purusham tam ajam nityam
vrajami sharanam harim
“I take shelter of Lord Hari, who is the unborn, eternal Supreme Personality of Godhead. Upon remembering Him, a reservoir of all auspiciousness is produced.”