My bags are packed. India awaits. I've done what I can do. It's time to surrender to this journey.
Here's a poem which touches my soul and speaks its' language.
See you all at the Mata Ganga.


Antonio Machado

Last night, as I was sleeping
I dreamt - marvelous error! -
that a spring was breaking out in my heart.

I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night, as I was sleeping
I dreamt - marvelous error! -
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night, as I was sleeping
I dreamt - marvelous error! -
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night, as I was sleeping
I dreamt - marvelous error!-
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.