Twice I shaved my head to change my life…it didn’t work, the issue is the mind,
a beard and a tunic does not a guru makes …
I read the Bible and the Koran , the Vedas and more blah , blah, blah …
but nothing came closer to my heart than the Lankavatara sutra of Buddha, The Ashtavakra Gita
and the beauty of lord Hanuman.
I traveled to many countries and found it is not the land, the wisdom was in me all the time.
In life as in bed, it does not matter if you are Hindu or French…you have or don’t have what it takes.
At 14 in Colombia I saw the cruelty of life: the beauty of a young girl run over by a big car…
her head under the truck tire…the red blood coming out of her open mouth running down…
I knew then there was not “God”.
It started my search to find real answers to the riddle of life.
Lived in many temples…listening to the nonsense of so called Gurus and priests and “sacred” books
with false beliefs, instilling fear to try and make me a sheep.
Ran away…to the mountains to find relief…like Gautama, sitting under a tree, observing life and being free.
Found happiness looking at the bees, obtained wisdom just by being me… disentangled myself from this world
of fantasy and realized that as real as it seems, long hair or not hair ..who cares!
this is just another dream…
anjani
Dec/3/2013
