AGTSP!!

AGT GURU and GOURANGA!!

Many greetings Maharaja, I hope you are well in all aspects

HpS - ASA - Dying a peaceful death.  AGTSP!!

I do not want to be boring, I just wanted to thank you for your recommendations. Sometimes I feel a little bad about telling all my paranoia, because if it's not right, but I need to tell. Try it from possible more spiritual perspective. Thank you for your kind and friendly treatment. As a great protective friend.

I love the sound of that of "psychology of the sacred" is something I feel very close to my mental prism. I hope one day I can start and finish Psychology.

HpS - ASA --  More accurately the title is "Psychology AND the Sacred".    Mind, mind, come and play, in the cowherds sheds and hay.

I would tell You I'm always happy, I'm always feeling like my eyes dry looking for a world that I not see. And how then cry. I would tell that any cloud settles over my heart. I would tell that I am always happy to have close friends like you. I would tell that I never feel alone.

I have to say that I often death comes after me once. I want to fly where my soul dreams. I have to say that sometimes I think I'm cursed, so separated from my loved ones, only. And then I think that as I would receive mercy but a person like me. I think that, being as I am, having lived many things, am ungrateful.

I have to say that I am very unhappy and very happy, and often think it's good, and other otherwise.

The other day I was fortunate to receive a string of friendly and good Franciscan religious but I'm wrong. It was like breathing air instead of smoke.

Lately I think a lot about the psychological spaces. In the psyche as consciousness used to project onto the external elements, the world, then we perceive as reality. In our mind and destroys and creates unseen, and how, if we let flow a sacred sound from inside out, as the river flows to the sea, we live in a different world without changing the external shape. And how can we willingly allow others are with us in this area of life.

I hope I'm not writing too many days. The next time I will write only one poem thinking in Vrndavan, no more mental things.

Yours, Budhanath Das.

HARE KRSNA

ASA - Oink!    The wind is subtle, wind is warm, it makes us turn and look at Krsna and Subal sitting on the hill forlorn.