I love that adult friends in India hold hands. It makes me want to be more touchy-feely. (it also makes me really miss holding hands with Roike).

I realize that art isn't always created by well adjusted, goodhearted individuals... but is it okay to purchase that art if you know the money goes to line the coffers of a bigot? A hate instilling advocate of injustice?

Detachment can be a bitch.

Well, here we are at the intersection of willpower and surrender. ha!

what you see here, what you do here, what you hear here, when you leave here, let it stay here

reframing: I still have 1/6 of my adventure left.

Sometimes I want to live in a cave and not have to be a member of society. #yoga #wouldmakeashittysadhu

I once saw the other side of the universe and it was all the same and made of love. God is love and in the details. Surrender, surrender, control, surrender. Love.

"Knowing the difference between powerful concision and powerless vapidity is a matter of discernment, and the same words could be either."

Like a straight line to heaven, neon prayer. Are you there?

Don't let the fear of what you can't do shame you into not trying what you can.

This body is a fleeting expression of the divine.

Slowly it deepens,
the hilt closer to my skin.
Change is a fierce blade.

I'm thankful for my teachers in all of their forms for awakening me to the insight of the happiness of pure Being. A place without the poison of conditioned existence, the poisons of prejudice and hate. I'm thankful for my teachers, who provided the antidote (like a jungle physician). That antidote: be yourself. No hate. No prejudice. Just joy. Just love. Vande Gurunam.

One Day I Woke Up Different