India, Day 31:

I've been taken apart, bit by bit
Slowly my hard edges are being whittled
As the Divine has her way with me
No profound epifanies
No radical shift in cosciousness
No shining white light or
glowing blue ball
(Contrary to populqr belief, that's not why I came)
Just a slow dance with Grace and a
kiss from her beloved mouth on my
Forehead
She has left her mark

India should wear a warning sign:
"Sense of humor required upon entry"
(And in fine print: If you wish to remain alive, sustain it)
And upon leaving
One should take into consideration that
they'll never be the same

I made a pilgrimage to a place where a holy
saint lived and died
I sat in the presense of Greatness
I climbed a mountain that Siva (the god of destruction)
stood upon
I bathed in the Bay of Bengal
I kissed Tara, Goddess of Compation
I ran my hands along stone
carvings in a temple that is over a thousand
years old

I found God
laying in the dirt on the side of the street
I saw beauty in his eyes
We cried together for the changing of times
and the lost traditions
We laughed together at the subborness of humanity
and my own insecurities
We talked about love and
He told me to tell you this:

"God is love...
God is in the world and is acting through every one of us...
True spirituality consists in our living in the world,
moving in it and serving all beings,
all the time being conscious
of the Divine within us and everywhere around us"