My home is the golden ocean and this is a prayer O narrow empty mouth of death, quit playing bottleneck. Release me into my golden home, where your prison-guard duties end. Read More »
To the pauper, on his shawl ''weave not the untruth pauper, Strip! bare-chested, face the pain of death.'' to the naked pauper, death reveals a golden secret: Even thy pain is lent. Read More »
When he marked us 'round the sun it became Time. so now here we are... for time is the gift, the red carpet on which we dance, the field on which we're sown and sow. it sings, ''wake up! let's make it count, ...for my heart beats tick-tock for the Lover.'' … Read More »
Over the past few years, in almost all the Indian Psychology Workshops that we organize here in Pondicherry, there is one particular topic that remains quite a favourite! We call it the preparation of our personalized toolbox. Unlike the normal mechanical toolbox, this particular one contains psychological tools and techniques that we can apply on… Read More »