None For The Nuns by Dvarakadhisa Devi Dasi
Little babies are so cute. With their bodies so soft and tiny and their bright eyes so innocent and trusting, how they pull on the heart. And when they break into their toothless smiles, how they charm. Even though babies have certain repugnant habits and seem to soil... read more
Masquerade by Dvarakadhisa Devi Dasi
Again the doorbell. I opened to find a small green monster pressing the button with his webbed finger. He was accompanied by a chubby fairy princess and an impish gremlin with braces. I'd been welcoming strange visitors all evening, so I was prepared when a webbed... read moreFor God or Guinness by Dvarakadhisa Devi Dasi
Transcendental Commentary on the Issues of the Day For God or Guinness Ignoring nausea, blisters, and bruises, Asrita Furman valiantly pushed on. For ten and a half hours he fought to maintain philosophical detachment: "I am not my body; I am soul."... read more
Free to Dance by Dvarakadhisa Devi Dasi
"I could envision myself, floating through pink and lavender hues, transforming my body into delicate strands of emotion." When I was a very young girl, I wanted to become a dancer not an ordinary dancer, bound by the laws of gravity to thump... read more