When we speak of real Love it's called Bhakti Love a love of Devotion. In our Soul's heart it is fertile with Love of God. When one is blessed by a Pure Devotee one gets the devotional seed  and chanting and hearing is the watering process.  Then a  taste of real nectar for serving the Divine Spiritual Loving Couple in their Supreme Abode Goloka Vrindavan develops.  That devotional spiritual plant in our hearts grows penatrating this material world and reaches and surrenders at the transcendental.Lotus Feet of  Sri Sri Radha Govinda. The ripen fruit is BhaktiLove  

01 Bhakti Love inst (DAT)

All you need you is Love.  That real Love that's Bhakti Love. A Love it comes from above.

02 Bhakti Love-cassette

I'm  Looking at the Man in the Mirror. The dust that covers a Looking-Glass mirror is like the dust that covers the mirror of our hearts. When one's pure consciousness is polluted one is thinking I'm this material body American, Indian or black or white, man,women, rich or poor. This dust is that dust the dust of illusion that covers our hearts and real self and real identity as eternal pure spirit  souls eternal parts and parcels and servants of the Supreme Lord. Chanting the Holy Names removes these concepts and dirty things from our hearts mainly lust, anger and greed. Once having a purified heart one can then clearly see one's own true spiritual self and  the Supreme Personality of Godhead Himself in Person and in His Own Supreme Abode within our heart. After developing Bhakti -Devotion or Prema-When one's Eyes are smeared with the pulp of love of God.  With Love it then is possible for this spiritual  vision to be mercifully reflected and transmitted from the Spiritual Realm onto the mirror of ones heart. When one has attained the qualifications of perfect knowledge from the perfect source with all the blessings of the Guru or Spiritual Master one will be firmly and sincerely situated in Bhaktiyoga in pure goodness with a pure mirror of the heart the Looking-Glass..                                                                                         

Hari and the Frictions