the mind re-surfaces for a split second, from the unfathomable unknown, to give a quick sign of life, while caught in whirling, writhing, frothing life. Swept and carried along by irresistible currents of what-else but love, and faith, in seas brimming with Mantras, Poojas, Sevas, bhajans, tokens, Darshans, and much, much friction, and as much kindness and warmth, passing through white reefs of devotees, in a world held by rules, around a nucleus of unbound love, Divine love, Impossible love. Thus, in this world of rules and austere inclinations, rebels abound, and passion is more abundant than chai.
Amma, Guru, Sitting, embraces, and who knows where her touch might lead. So if you ever wander in these parts, I say, be careful what you ask for. Then again, I say, be bold. Be daring. Ask big, and let go. Surrender -Of course, I'm still working on this one.
From the heights of the building referred to as the E building, the view is magnificent, especially at sunset. Palms trees as far as the eye can see. Backwaters, on one side, and the ocean on the other.
Around Amma the lover dances and dances and dances... where will he land, I don't know, not that it matters, for, as the wisest fool might say, it is always as it should be.
Be joyful. Allow bliss. Allow its opposite. And Love. Love it all. Love it all.
A grain of sand and, at times, self-proclaimed king of the crows
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