She took aim with the slingshot and called the monkeys to bring it on, one by one she took on this fearsome troupe and they scattered over the wall at her attack. I was astonished watching her, it was like watching the goddesss dance to the damaru of Shiva! In those few moments, she was Durga Ma riding the lion into battle, her face glowing and her eyes flashing. Ageless, deathless, eternally young.
Divine Comedy
My meditations are possibly not the kind of meditations that one who lives in the West imagines, I am not sitting calmly in a lotus position in utter imperviousness to the flies, or trying to find some way in which we can co habit if only I released my Mana Maori ego. I am not like most spiritual seekers who kid themselves that you can fake being a Yogi until you make it.
Instead I meditate on God rolling on the floor splitting his Divine Holy sides laughing fit to bust at my life and crying almost in Divine mirth whenever one of his agents send me into another useless tantrum of rage and frustration.
That my simple and silly life amuses my Beloved is enough to be getting along with for now.
Jesus on a Chapatti
But if you accept that your life is like a miracle chapatti that will be offered up as prasad or food for the gods you have shuffled off the hot plate of this dance of your life, wouldn’t you want to be the lightest most Melt-in-Gods-Mouth kind of chapatti? Especially because you, like the chapatti are a result of that divine desire?