I'm 21. I have a lot of books, a caustic sense of humor, no filter between my brain and mouth, questionable taste in men, mild insomnia, slight dyslexia with numbers, many unflattering but mostly truthful nicknames, a mouth like a sailor, and a distinct lack of give-a-damn. I'm complicated, paradoxical, picky, sarcastic, easily annoyed, loud, bitchy, and an all-around acquired taste. Asking won't get you much of anywhere, but if you want to know more about me, take a look at some of the shit that ends up on my page.
"One minute you are in a Temple eating good food with all these devotees around you and all you talk about is God and saints and love. Then the next night you’re in a bar with profanities drawn all over the wall and people talking about God knows what. But that is Mother too. It’s hard for me because sometimes I make a distinction like this is one world and this is another world. I get into trouble there because you want to see everything as one thing. I don’t want to see these people as good and these people as bad. Baba said love everyone, serve everyone. He didn’t say serve just these people. I find it as part of my practice: to try to live purely in a hard environment and see the divine in all situations. Every situation I’m placed in, I repeat God’s name and know that “you’re here for a reason and this is your practice."
Oh my my, be humbler than a blade of grass, be patient and forgiving like the tree. Take no honor for thyself, give honor to all, and chant as we live unceasingly. The time has come to speak of this love, speak of this love, speak of this love.
A sage once said, ‘How shall I open my heart, oh friend? It is forbidden for me to speak. I am about to die for lack of a kindred soul to understand my misery. Simply by looking in her eyes I find the beloved of my heart. But rare is such a soul who swims in ecstatic bliss on the high tide of heavenly love.