Love your neighbor, Love the world
I had time on my hands. I was recovering from enforced rest following a back sprain. Let me talk to my God, I decided. So I visualized my God, my six foot tall Master, Nithyananda, with flowing mane, saffron robes and forever laughing. Were I to meditate, I have to drop His form. But, I wanted to talk, so the form stayed embedded. ‘May I ask you something?’ I asked. ‘When did you ever stop?’ He threw his head back and laughed. I refused to rise to that bait. ‘W
