Washed Away

If you picture the imaginary construct of your temporary personality like a sandcastle by the sea and the authentic enlightened master as the ocean that’s coming up with the tide, every wave (of direct transmission) takes some sand back into the infinite (ocean) of divine love. I’ve just been blessed with such a wave and a little bit of “me” dissolved gracefully, for which the remaining aspect of who I (erroneously) identify myself to be is eternally grateful.

Sri Vast