Few of us will trust something we can’t directly feel. On the path of Bhakti yoga (Yoga of Love), we have this unique opportunity to taste and be lured in to a more real and trustworthy experience if life.
The greatest lover of my life did not come in a human form, for we know as sincere yogis that worldly comfort is nice but a total illusion.
As Mirabai shares in one of her poems ... "I have chosen the indestructible for my refuge. Him whom the snake of death will not devour. My Beloved dwells in my heart all day, I have actually seen that abode of joy."
It's fathers day here in the good ol' USA, and I want to send all the papas that I know so much Love, and appreciation to all the ways that the father lives in us good and bad. I'm grateful for the sun and how it's constant source of light gives us warmth and light and feel the power of the the father as the sun.
Thank god for the winds of wisdom for blowing us into ecstatic states of inspiration, empowerment and healing our separation. Without her gusts clearing our minds out and fanning the flames of our hearts we would be zombies. Without her loving caress we may never find the courage it takes to feel anything at all.