When I was young, Baba ji made me practice martial arts for a strong body. He made me do charity to strengthen the heart. I would study for my mind and then sometimes Baba ji would give me these riddles.

Each word, in these poems, that Baba ji spoke had wisdom and power for Baba ji is not the type to speak without meaning

I share now my true childhood with you.

I found each word had the power to unfold all the answers I would seek if meditated upon.

So do not read them. I wish for you to think, meditate and imbibe the knowledge which made a foundation for who I’m today.

A side of my guru unknown and unseen – the warrior poet, the soulful yogi, the bard in the mystic – I present to you.

Use them to become infinite. See you in the light.

Bless you!