I am still figuring out “Who am I?” There is no place I consider home. My abode is beyond the earthly realm. I travel seamlessly through centuries. In this century, they say I am a poet, a writer, an artist, an educator and so I believe them.
I have spoken at the U.S. Office of the Pentagon Chaplin, at numerous universities, as well as at many interfaith and community gatherings. My narratives are hidden in my books, Journey with the Gurus, Sakhi-Time with Nani ji, Thank-You Vahiguru, Daddy’s Turban, and The Story of Us. I capture verse floating in the ethers and shamelessly call it my own. What flows on my canvas comes from the deepest recesses of my being. I know not what will emerge, I trust the process. All I know is that my canvas does not lie.
Life is a gift. Every breath is precious. Every day is a celebration. I move as the spirit moves me and I rejuvenate in the lap of nature.