Wow, what a beautiful poem. you could always see it as your primal subconscious swamp nature, full of lust, greed,  hatred, envy and the other dreaded human afflictions talking to your higher self, your superconscious wonderful beautiful graceful generous noble witty sublimely interesting and kind self

Hi Nya,

Yes, I like what you said, and I think there is truth there. I was sincere, it's just such a shame that the object of my love, adoration and worship is pure slime. I think that in the pantheon of human emotions, devotion to Creator has a place. That fiery Bhakti all consuming passion for God also has a place. What happened to poor gullible people like me, is that it was hijacked by a charlatan and totally misused.

I am going to further embarrass myself, and say "thank my lucky stars" that I was a flat chested brunette. I was wide open to the abuse of  position that rawat took on some blond female devotees.

Karen

the burned match that floats in a pool of wax