at Auroville, Tamil Nadu, India

Once I did not believe in bliss.
Now I sit somewhere on the planet in some kind friend’s guest room being menaced by mosquitos…
Drunk, blissed, blasted, drinking in a delicacy of ecstasy…gone from this world… blasted, blissed… given…
Gone.
Given to the gift of belonging to the divine.
Good for nothing but breathing.

Once I was a philosopher.
Once my perception of what I considered the actualities of duality were what mattered only.
And then, suffering, how I would soar with the solace of music…
O Elmore, Little Walter, Sonnyboy how I flew with your blues.

Once life hurt me.
Once too I tried to arrange my ignorance into a bulwark of pride.
Once too I wondered how to be satisfied.

Now I am happy to hunger.
Now I know what my hunger is for.
Now I know what to long for.

O Satguru, you revealed within me the Beloved, the un-nameable Name.
And now I have found finally that the entirety of creation is for an immensity of joy.

– on the full moon, Jan 2020, Auroville, Tamil Nadu