The Sloppy Bhakti

You know those moments where you see something beautiful subtly emerging in nature, like with the blooming of a planted flower or a miraculous awe-inspiring sunset? These miracles are the coming together of a very specific set of conditions within nature that express a harmoniously layered moment, a transient moment; and therein lays the beauty: an astonishing form manifesting from the ether for a brief, visceral spark, an ecstatic flash in the proverbial pan before dissolvin

The life of a young bhakta continues to prove an auspicious one. As I walked out of beautiful mountain sanctuary home of my two friends and teachers last night, gazing at the stars in a circle with my wife, my best friend, and two other devotees we had just met, a serene glow of warmth and love had descended into our hearts. The stars shown brightly, as it was the evening of Maha Shivaratri, and therein, a new moon. As we gazed upon the twinkling cosmic motif, encapsulated in

In a world where novelty is sovereignty, We fight a phony war on poverty, It's a war on the poor, To give the fewer more, Pyramid scheme leaving the many in a craters, Presidential election both sides Darth Vaders, Banning guns all over home shores, But pimping out weapons in phony wars, War on consciousness, Brain shackling the populace, It's about time we awaken, To see we've been mistaken, Inside this whole time, Was this power to rhyme, Using this kind of art, To begin a