I've moved a million times. And I'll tell you what always comes with me is a large photo of Guruji (Shri Brahmananda Sarasvati) and Bhagavan (Ramana Maharshi). Darshan with Bhagavan always reminds me of who I really am. They both talk to me, you know? It's hard to explain how they talk to me - because it's not always in words. And very rarely in English. But words are not the only means of communication.
I just practice tratakam with Bhagavan - look at this gaze - neither inward nor outward. A complete immersion.
Today, I spend time with Amma Karunamayi. So lucky am I to be able to spend time in the company of saints - both in their bodies and outside. They teach me to love every aspect of this beingness. Every single atom of it. Every single thing. But without any attachment.
Floating on air I felt yesterday - really like I could leap and leap and the sky would just reach around and grab me and hold me in her blue sky love. And intrigue of intrigues, it's not as if I didn't have one of the most hellishly difficult days of moving on Monday. Yet it was also quite sublime in its own Hanuman way. Hanuman all around playing tricks on me. Oh where are the keys? Oh the car has turned off - zipcar - times out. And darling Sue in the midst of it all. All the angels who come out and help in NYC. New York City is filled to the brim with angels.
And here's my own theory of why the goddess loves Manhattan so much. It's shaped like the most beautiful lingam (penis). With all those beautiful phallic buildings pointing straight up at the goddess of the night and day skies. The goddess laughs with bliss and joy and plays again and again on this city of mighty lingams. Bhagavan is just laughing at my silly play....
Now realize, will ya, Sumukhi? c'mon now. with love. from me to you....
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