Thursday, March 16, 2006

Neelambuja nayane



"May your far-reaching eyes—which are only slightly open like a blue lotus just beginning to bloom—bathe even a worthless, far-removed one like me in your grace. Just as the cooling rays of the moon fall equally on the mansion and the wilderness, it will incur you no loss, O Shive, but this person will indeed become blessed."
—Soundarya Lahari, 57

 On the drive back from the conference, we climbed into an Uber with a driver who looked like he'd already had enough of the day, maybe ...