I am floating. I reach out, grasp at my story, then let go. I am not moving. I am winding down. My subtle body is coming to rest.
I see my mind reaching, reaching... and let go.
Reaching.... let go.
I hear the divine voice of my Lord, the Gita that sings in my heart.
Krishna knows. He knows this place.
I have waited for you, He whispers.


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