I meditate on Maha Saraswati who holds in her eight lotuslike hands bell trident plough conch mace discus bow and arrow who is effulgent like the moon shining at the fringe of a cloud she is the subst ...

Everybody has a fear. Death. Decrease. failure. enduring pain. And we yearn for one thing in the midst of all this chaos: safety, not just from the external environment, but also from the internal ...