There is a moment on the path when we begin to fear that we might lose something precious — ourselves. We come into contact with something — with That — which we experience as infinitely still, empty, and spacious. It is as if we are standing at the edge of an ocean of infinite emptiness, imagining we know what it would be like to let ourselves sink deeper into that silent void. We imagine it as formless, timeless, without a center, without expression. Without fulfillment. Naturally, that...

“What is a common quality in all the women you have spoken to? " I asked a friend who writes a book with conversations with female...

I am offering kirtan before the satsangs in the ashram in Rishikesh. Usually it is a great joy to lead people into chanting but this time...