London

Left Exeter 8.30 Monday morning
Smiling smitten
Realising I'd fallen a little bit in love with the place
My four weeks there
My four weeks as a homeless!
Seeming like
A ten-minute dream
Did it really happen?
Could it really have been so wonderful?
It was
But London feels right
Amma's there
And why wouldn't you be in town
When the saints come marching in?
And -
Three days with her
Same old same old
Day one I feel sleepy and achey
And wonder what I'm doing there
Day two I cry a little
And get irritable and annoyed by other people
Spend half my time
Having pointless battles
With Evangelical Christians (in my head)
- have I been infected? -
And think I'll never come again
And day three -
Devi Bhava
The all-nighter
Amma just going and going
Right through to 9am
Never less than ecstatic
Never less than one hundred percent present
Never tired
Even while we young and chilled out devotees
Collapse in red-eyed yawns
And when I get my hug
And see her filling me with her love
And realise how my annoyance with others
Has transformed into adoration
As always, I know
This is just the best thing ever
I asked her some questions this year
The eternal questions
Finally got up the braves
But no answers came, surprisingly
Just, "Amma will help you"
Just!
Hahaha
Actually, it's more than enough
That's money in the bank
If you believe those things
Which I (generally) do
Anyway -
She finished just over an hour ago
The morning is stupidly beautiful
She's probably the greatest person who ever lived
I feel so sad for those that won't see her
God's love in a human body!
Ay caramba...
It's almost too much