Looking back at life, one has to smile at one’s foible’s,
‘Meaning!!!’, cry the gurus incessantly, meditate every day for an hour, better still, go to a cave in India, stand on one leg and chant ‘ohm’ for a couple twenty years,
Then, then, you will find life’s ‘deep meaning’, and your ‘home’,
Well, when I was young and ignorant, I fell for 99% of this stuff,
Now, as hair slowly turns to snow, I have found other ways[there are innumerable, actually] to reach ‘nirvana’…

One of my favourites is in the embrace of the beloved,
Women do this easily and its second nature to them, but, we men struggle, nevertheless, it gets easier with practice and ‘conscious awareness’,
So, whereas, in the past, in my quest for ‘nirvana’, I would hungrily and vigorously ‘do’ and ‘devour’ the beloved,
Now, I have learnt to slow down and savour her, I have learnt to imbibe of the great delights to be experienced,
Like drinking unfathomably from her cisterns,
Like gazing meaningfully and deeply into her eyes,
Like just embracing her waste,
Caressing and kissing her arms, all of her, actually, slowly, lovingly, no hurry here, no quickly sowing your genes before the next male-challenger shows up on the scene…[which reminds me of an old story, two bulls, a young-un and an old-un were grazing up on the hill and looking down at all the graceful cows; suddenly the young-un says, “hey, lets rush down there and mount one or two before they realize what’s going on and flee from us…”, “nay, says the old-un, we’ll slowly amble on down there and make sweet, slow love to all of em…]…


Yes, I have learnt to not merely communicate with her but to ‘commune’ with her,
Soul-to-soul, mind-to-mind, makes the concurrent flesh-to-flesh so much more thrilling…,
As I savour her more and more,
Something inexplicably glorious occurs,
Her body so merges with mine, that it becomes my body,
How delicious the shared throbbing and vibrating then becomes, and, well, you get the picture…
My ultra-favourite part is when my heart totally unites with hers,
Her heart becomes my heart,
Oh heaven of heavens...,
And as this saintly grin adorns my face, I finally realize, that the search for ‘my home’ is now, finally over,
Why, had I ‘eyes’ to see, I would have found my home in my beloved’s heart a couple twenty years ago,
But, as the old saying goes, better late than never,
And we both sink into the indefinable bliss where the illusion of ‘separation’ is obliterated,
And only One remains…

Namaste’