the shakti
is
not
friend
to
the
shrunken
self
Muktananda’s Gift….
Baba infused each of us
with his Shakti
he got from Nityananda
Shakti
from God
Baba evolved out of his body
shed the last limitation
dispersed us as sprouted seeds
out into the world
Gethsemane….
the moment
the drama
the struggle
the surrender
to God
to the Real
leaving the part
to play
fully
A Living Map….
my Guru
showed me
the treasure
not ready
to be
my Guru
guided me
through the
maze
of obstacles
Mirror Mirror….
the little girl
looks
at her
reflection
sees
the old
bitter Chinese
renunciate
How It Happened….
Prahlad
did not
fit in
he had no
choice
but
to be himself
lover of
God
not demons
Dining in….
Love is God’s
nature
we
twist
and
shout
to make it
better