"A Pointing For Shanji" Shanji, let's begin with love, Sari's unimaginably intense, unconditional love for her baby girl -- not the playful, you-please-me-I-please-you of delirious infatuation, but the pure essence of devotion, what some so perfectly call "selfless love." Be with the love of mother for child. Let the mother effortlessly fall away, likewise the child. We are left with Shanji in love -- not with anybody or anything, but simply Shanji and love, dancing. Next, let go of Shanji, without resistance he's gone. What remains is all there really is, surrender in love, in what is. Namaste', you are love.