The sense of the Gita, of which surface mind has no clue, cannot be confined to a set of hymns sung in the midst of a great battle or what human intelligence has derived so far out of them by reading or by close observation of…
Aspirant: Divine irony my Beloved LordTo crown me king over empires that matter notAnd insist tyrant like to…
This vile wine taints.
Aspirant: What am I? A mere vagrant upon the seas of space and time. An eddy of karma that will be gone when He wills…
The Bhagavad Gita, Song of the Lord, has guided innumerable aspirants to walk…
Sri Krishna: I shall mar thy clear skies of hopeWith the ominous clouds of denial.And of thy sinews I shall…
For the western psyche, the idea of devotion does not exist in its purity of form. It is rather a lower movement, a turbid stream of perverse joy exalted in the lower nature than a sublime movement of the purified heart, a silent longing for the Divine without outward drama…