If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:

Monday, 15 June 2009


I worship the gurus' lotus feet, awakening the happiness of the self revealed, beyond comparison, working like the jungle physician to pacify loss of consciousness from the poison of existence. In the form of a man up to the shoulders, holding a conch, discus and sword, thousand headed, white I bow respectfully, peace.