Finding Bhakti

With only a couple of days in between, I went from being the fearless adventurer in the Pakistani border region, to being the child devotee looking around in apparent confusion. For it was while I sat on the stone steps aligning the river that a hand was held out to me and a voice beckoned…

Routine of Danger

  This morning I read that smokers wish to die at least as much as they wish to live. I wonder about that as I sit alone in my dingy hotel room inhaling the warm rancid smoke of my cigarette. Several times this week I have woken up and gone into work and looked around…

Compression of Love

Broken hearts and broken dreams loves lost and loves caused Suffering and suffering and suffering in the hearts and minds and bodies of all The pain we feel and the remedies we find The guilt of happiness and the heroism we feel for all that we know for all that ties us, one to the…