
Mystic Moment by Bhakti Lata Devi Dasi
I sit upon the stone ledge in the temple of Radha-ramana. The sun slants through the courtyard and holds my face. Incense fills the cool air, sweet and smoky. An old sadhu sings to his lord, Radha-ramana. His voice spirals through the air like . . . . . . like... read more