i am tired of the dim light my sin is boredom it connects us yet it is a lie we are so far apart as we sit together i cry judge judged you laugh i laugh blinded by truth my glasses fail we miss each other and yet we sit side by side i choose no more one small place …
Reflection….
face the mirror the facts disappear I am Knowing missing me no reflection just a story the mirror breaks there I am
Baba’s Full Moon Dream….
in an outdoor amphitheater someone asks what about sadhana? I ask have you experienced been in the Bliss light of God for two weeks at a time? I fall into that experience brilliant pure white light filled with Bliss nothing else I come back return to here the person answers no I speak spiritual practice is not about knowing the …
Hymn to Muktananda….
not the outfit not the religion not the ritual All was the Self of All not the education not the money not the pedigree All was the Self of All not the institution not SYDA not something else All was the Self of All not someone else not the things not the place All was the Self of All Swami …
are you talkin to me….
o man wake up the sages say i am awake i say go in go in the sages say i am in i think i am i say the sages turn their heads away unkind they are i say wake up wake up they say again can’t they see i am awake i say the truth is concealed the sages …