Raman Maharshi was dying, and a disciple asked, “Bhagwan, where will you go?” He opened his eyes and laughed. That was not the time to laugh at all: he was dying, his death was absolutely certain. He was dying of cancer.... (Continue reading)
Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And your voice caught within your chest? It isn’t Love, it’s Like. You can’t keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right? It isn’t Love, it’s Lust. Are you proud, and eager... (Continue reading)