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Tales from the Island of Serendip
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I have taken refuge at your feet, my beloved.

When I do not see you, my mind has no rest.

you are to me as a parent to a helpless child.

You are the goddess herself, the garland about my neck, my very universe.

All is darkness without you; you are the meaning of my prayers.

I cannot forget your grace and your charm, and yet there is no lust in my heart.

Chandidas (a Bengali poet of the 14th century)

 

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Once, long ago, Kajuraho was a thriving community.

 

 

But it is now a hot, dusty hamlet in the middle of nowhere, with a couple of hotels and restaurants to accommodate the visitors who come to view the temple complexes. If I remember right, it has an airport, but I got there by bus - a seemingly interminable, rickety ten hour journey from Bhopal.

 

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Instead, the focus is on immediate experience, not ideas. It is about not confusing what we conceive with what we perceive. Because conception is a barrier to perception. The reality about which we form ideas is not itself an idea. It is an experience.

 

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