I just wrote a manifesto of my heart’s desire. It will surely lead forward, break waves – which waves, remains to be seen. I will lay attentive yet still on my surfboard, listen to the ripples caress, watch the pranic movement in the wing-strokes of eagles above, wait and watch how the Ocean of Love desides to unfold in that same pranic rhythm. Thy will be done, ShivShakti, not mine.
