Author Archives: Bhakti lata

I was trembling. My heart was pounding.

I squeezed my way through the train compartment, people shouting and moving in every square inch. The devotee from the temple who was helping me carry all of my luggage finally settled my stuff on my bunk, Numb…

I was trembling. My heart was pounding.

I squeezed my way through the train compartment, people shouting and moving in every square inch. The devotee from the temple who was helping me carry all of my luggage finally settled my stuff on my bunk, Numb…

When I first came to Mumbai, all I heard was relentless car-honking, construction hammering, and shouts.

All I saw was trash in gutters, slums, the hollow eyes of beggars.

All I smelled was the sewer, the burn of gasoline.

Over the past month, I ha…

When I first came to Mumbai, all I heard was relentless car-honking, construction hammering, and shouts.

All I saw was trash in gutters, slums, the hollow eyes of beggars.

All I smelled was the sewer, the burn of gasoline.

Over the past month, I ha…

I’ve just come back from one of the most intense festival experiences of my life. I still feel the energy buzzing in my hands and feet, I’m still wide-eyed, stunned.

This afternoon I went for lunch here at the Chowpatty temple in Mumbai. Acros…

I’ve just come back from one of the most intense festival experiences of my life. I still feel the energy buzzing in my hands and feet, I’m still wide-eyed, stunned.

This afternoon I went for lunch here at the Chowpatty temple in Mumbai. Acros…

Today is day 17 of my 30 day X-ray. And today is my final day in what I call the kingdom of Radhadesh – at the castle, nestled within the rolling hills and forests of Belgium. So right now I am gazing upon the landscape of my time here.

For the pas…

Today is day 17 of my 30 day X-ray. And today is my final day in what I call the kingdom of Radhadesh – at the castle, nestled within the rolling hills and forests of Belgium. So right now I am gazing upon the landscape of my time here.

For the pas…

In my life I have only vaguely understood why in Vaishnava tradition there is so much focus on the feet – how we surrender to the feet of the Lord, feet of the spiritual master, feet of the devotees. Feet are worshipable.

Um, why?

Just a short time …

In my life I have only vaguely understood why in Vaishnava tradition there is so much focus on the feet – how we surrender to the feet of the Lord, feet of the spiritual master, feet of the devotees. Feet are worshipable.

Um, why?

Just a short time …

I once heard that life is not so much the answers that we get but the questions that we live in.

Today I decided to venture around the Lower East Side of Manhattan to ask the most timeless and – in my opinion – the most important question ever.

So I…

I once heard that life is not so much the answers that we get but the questions that we live in.

Today I decided to venture around the Lower East Side of Manhattan to ask the most timeless and – in my opinion – the most important question ever.

So I…

About four years ago, I ventured into an ancient, mystical village in India called Varsana. Palaces, temples, and shrines adorn the hills like so many jewels. In one particular temple, I found a stick of incense on the floor.

I tucked the in…

About four years ago, I ventured into an ancient, mystical village in India called Varsana. Palaces, temples, and shrines adorn the hills like so many jewels. In one particular temple, I found a stick of incense on the floor.

I tucked the in…

(photo by Damodar Rati)

The clock is ticking down to midnight. I approach the glowing temple – I see hundreds of people inside all singing to the thrum of drums, and many more crowd outside on the verandah, peering in.

The time is coming! The cu…

(photo by Damodar Rati)

The clock is ticking down to midnight. I approach the glowing temple – I see hundreds of people inside all singing to the thrum of drums, and many more crowd outside on the verandah, peering in.

The time is coming! The cu…

I sit on the porch of the Krishna House in Gainesville, reading. I look up from my book to the quiet street and see a man walk by. Something about his face speaks of such sadness, such… sorrow. I feel this urge in me to somehow walk out to him …

I sit on the porch of the Krishna House in Gainesville, reading. I look up from my book to the quiet street and see a man walk by. Something about his face speaks of such sadness, such… sorrow. I feel this urge in me to somehow walk out to him …

Seed of Devotion.

I’ve loved the name of my blog since I created it over five years ago. Not only is it easy to spell, easy to pronounce, and sounds nice, the significance is beautiful and personal – this title is my name (Bhakti lata bij) translated…

Seed of Devotion.

I’ve loved the name of my blog since I created it over five years ago. Not only is it easy to spell, easy to pronounce, and sounds nice, the significance is beautiful and personal – this title is my name (Bhakti lata bij) translated…

Christmas Eve 2011, Mexico: The Santa-shaped pinata did not stand a chance against 30 youth all eager for candy. Sure enough, as soon as we saw the slightest sign of breakage, a mad rush attacked the Santa! We piled on top of each other in a giant do…

Christmas Eve 2011, Mexico: The Santa-shaped pinata did not stand a chance against 30 youth all eager for candy. Sure enough, as soon as we saw the slightest sign of breakage, a mad rush attacked the Santa! We piled on top of each other in a giant do…

Dear Reader, 

I feel shy. 

I am about to publish a new project/goal as well as a debut music track to the public, to all of you!

I have held off on publishing this for weeks now, I kid you not. There’s something about sharing you…

Dear Reader, 

I feel shy. 

I am about to publish a new project/goal as well as a debut music track to the public, to all of you!

I have held off on publishing this for weeks now, I kid you not. There’s something about sharing you…

I have been writing for Seed of Devotion for over five years. You’d think that I have no problem opening my heart up to total strangers. On the contrary, sharing my heart with integrity is one of the greatest challenges of my life, and precisely why…

I have been writing for Seed of Devotion for over five years. You’d think that I have no problem opening my heart up to total strangers. On the contrary, sharing my heart with integrity is one of the greatest challenges of my life, and precisely why…