The story of my life is nothing more than a long journey, from what I believed myself to be to what I truly am. It is a tale of transcending the personal and the universal, the partial and the total, the illusory and the real, the apparent and the true. My life is a flight beyond the temporal and the eternal, darkness and light, the human and the divine. This story is not public but profoundly private and intimate.

Only what begins, ends; what starts, finishes. One who lives in the present is neither born nor dies, because what lacks a beginning never ends.

I am the disciple of a seer, an enlightened being, somebody who is nobody. I was initiated in my spiritual childhood by the moonlight. A seagull who loved flying more than anything else in life inspired me. In love with the impossible, I crossed the universe obsessed with a star. I have walked infinite paths, following the footsteps of those who saw.

Like the ocean that longs for water, I sought my home within my own house.

I am a simple intermediary who shares his experience with others. I am not a guide, teacher, instructor, educator, psychologist, enlightener, pedagogue, evangelist, rabbi, posek halacha, healer, therapist, satsangist, psychic, leader, medium, savior, or guru, but only a traveler whom you can ask for directions. I gladly show you a place where everything calms upon arrival, a place beyond the sun and the stars, beyond your desires and longings, beyond time and space, beyond concepts and conclusions, beyond everything that you believe you are or imagine that you will be.

I am just a whim and maybe a joke from the sky and the only mistake of my beloved spiritual master.        

Aware of the abyss that separates revelation and our works, we live in a frustrated attempt to faithfully express the mystery of the spirit.

I paint sighs, hopes, silences, aspirations, and melancholies… inner landscapes and sunsets of the soul. I am a painter of the indescribable, inexpressible, and indefinable of our depths… and maybe I just write colors and paint words. 

Since childhood, little windows of paper captivated my attention; through them I visited places, met people, and made friends. Those tiny mandalas have been my true elementary school, high school, and college. Like skilled teachers, these yantras have guided me through contemplation, attention, concentration, observation, and meditation.

Like a physician studies the human body, or a lawyer studies laws, I have dedicated my entire life to study myself. I can say with certainty that I know what resides and lives in this heart.

It is not my intention to convince anyone of anything. I neither offer a theology or philosophy, nor do I preach or teach, I simply think out loud. The echo of these words may lead you to the infinite space of peace, silence, love, existence, consciousness, and absolute bliss.

Do not search for me; search for yourself. You do not need me or anyone else, because the only thing that really matters is you. What you yearn for lies within you, as what you are, here and now.

I am not a merchant of recycled information nor do I intend to trade with my spiritual state I do not teach beliefs or philosophies but speak only about what I see and share solely what I know.

Avoid fame, for true glory is not based on public opinion but on what you really are. What matters is not what others think of you, but your own appreciation about who you are.

Unfortunately, common sense seems to have been distributed equally. Everyone is sure to have it in such abundance that almost no one has room for their own.

Choose bliss over success, life over reputation, and wisdom over information.

If you succeed, you will know not only admiration but also true envy. However, jealousy is a tribute that mediocrity pays to talent: just an acceptance and an open declaration of inferiority.

I advise you to fly freely and never be afraid of making mistakes. Learn the art of transforming your errors into lessons. Never blame others for your faults: remember that taking complete responsibility for your life is a sign of maturity. When you fly, you learn that what matters is not touching the sky but the courage to spread your wings. The higher you rise, the smaller and less significant the world looks. As you walk, sooner or later you will understand that every search begins and ends in you.

Your unconditional well-wisher,

Prabhuji