| 1 MINUTE READ | In 1999, I travelled to Tripoli to try and collect on a debt that was owed to my late father and overdue by a decade. I wrote this poem there even as I was writing off the debt.
A moment in Tripoli
An old & ordinary friend
| 3 MINUTE READ | An old friend who reminded me that spirituality is not an abstract cerebral idea but a constant intuitive awareness
Ananda Only 