Comments on: Wild Horses

By: Lokesh

Lokesh — Sat, 29 Aug 2015 07:36:39 +0000

Yes, the fact that she is not a sannyasin and does not know Shantam is truly astounding.

By: Parmartha

Parmartha — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 21:03:04 +0000

Thought to add to the mix:

Kalptaru, late 1970s?

By: prem martyn

prem martyn — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 20:42:06 +0000

Lokesh, that swimming lady, she’s uniquely impressive.

She might even not be a reader of SN – and totally without the supporting spiritual insights of this reader/writership.

Which is astounding.

I must therefore either take up long-distance swimming or avoid writing on a ‘spiritual’ blogsite.

It’s a tough call….

By: frank

frank — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 20:02:09 +0000

Simond,
You ask:
“…and whilst I was there, were you still sitting at the feet of the Indian guru, in red, mala round your neck, singing sweet songs of innocence about Bhagwan and the “Ocean”, arms aloft, swaying side to side…?”

No way. At that point, I think I would have preferred a good scrap in a church hall any day.

I think you did well there.
Kicking satsang junkie ass is right livelihood in my book.

By: Lokesh

Lokesh — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 19:27:23 +0000

Couple of weeks back a woman in her fifties swam the 60 odd kilometres from Ibiza to Mallorca.

By: simond

simond — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 19:10:55 +0000

Frank,
Yes and whilst I was there, were you still sitting at the feet of the Indian guru, in red, mala round your neck, singing sweet songs of innocence about Bhagwan and the “Ocean”, arms aloft, swaying side to side, studiously doing your vipassana and dynamic in the dawn? Perhaps bearded, with wild hair, you saw yourself as the very embodiment of a true sanyassin. With a sex drive to match?

Hey, don’t we all have a chequered and colourful past? Or had you retired to the hills of Malvern, and were now looking at the self-sufficiency lifestyle?

Great days, uh?

By: prem martyn

prem martyn — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 19:00:02 +0000

Arpana,
Spread the love….

By: prem martyn

prem martyn — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 18:56:14 +0000

Tan,
Gracias, as they say in this part of the world from where I write…
Ahemm…

You obviously notice genuineness and integrity beyond the horizon of the mundane. I’m abashed like a red-cheeked fool and float in the graciousness of your unrequited comments, which I of course do not deserve.

P.S:
If I keep swimming I’m sure to meet Lokesh, anytime soon.

P.P.S: The new Sannyas-based project is about to start taking shape on Majorca, as I mentioned a few weeks back. Watch this space

(I feel some people may be watching my thoughts at this time…Which is a bit unintentionally spookily buddhistic…).

By: prem martyn

prem martyn — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 18:22:41 +0000

Frank,
“I’ll come quietly, officer, as I know what’s good for me.”

Or…

“I, I…What’s all this then, young-fella-me-lad…perrrsonel growwwwth then, ehhh? I’d-move-along, son, if yuu don’t wan’ y-u-ar developmen’ ayrrested, now there’s a good chap.”

“Righteeho, occifer, I mean your masterfulnnelness. Come on, Andy, let’s go phone your mum for a lift home.”

By: Lokesh

Lokesh — Fri, 28 Aug 2015 18:19:49 +0000

Let me hear you say yeah!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tiK4hBaf9J4