From Arunjuez to Kaivalyam

Recipe for a spiritual experience.

One music player with Rodrigo's Concerto De Arunjuez, some decent headphones, a sense of wandering with no particular place to go, back alleys with black and yellow cows, hundreds of Mysorians all about their day, no street signs or identifying landmarks, the only recognizable words are the various names of the Vedic pantheon, the sun is shrouded with haze, smoke and dust; add one's own personal sense of Presence.

Bake and let sit for awhile, perhaps even stew a bit, come back to the breath again and again and feel the slightest of smiles, be in that place of awe with awareness of karmas and Self. See the generational rock-crushers, feel the presence of human messiness with great meandering trees reaching for dingy skies on your path.

So alone and yet so very much together; one may dare to venture a suggestion of that yogic sweet spot known as Kaivalyam. Dare I be so bold? And at the moment of grasping at epiphanies, it falls like a house of cards back to Earth, back to profanity.

Now where is that auto-rickshaw when you need one?