In this episode, t.k. discusses his poem, "Rasa Lila."

My hand explores the hemmed edge of your brilliance, true portrait
of the Holy Face. And light, Oh! the light, pouring out from mystery.
 
                                                        So we dance flowing, always flowing
twirling trembling, intimations. Patterns of ice melt light when
winter’s frost covered grass meets morning’s warming rays. Patterns forming 
dissolving. The profile of a man’s face on the subway becomes tree, graffiti, 
birds, a thousand diamonds of broken glass flying by. And my mind, always 
on the hem of your skirt. 

Once upon a time I held mind at heart in curves and flow of ancient ciphers 
spun out from still point the circle. Secret scripts entangled photic and
phonic wisdom display. 

(Once upon a time is any? every? time but One Day is always certain.)
One day mind slipped from still point into the Great Swirling Expanse
that is the hem of Your garment. Mind, hand, fingers form tumble
jumbled across in as every thing and everything that is You. And.  

Into that whirlpool bliss bindu palace between your legs where I lay for 
a thousand years lost in delicate sounds like the coo-ing of doves. Well
you know  

whirlpools draw you in and spin you round. If you resist you die. No
one can withstand the tug and pull of those currents. But! If you
surrender, utterly, totally beyond the care of coming and going. Beyond
the geo fencing of the 8 worldly concerns. Then

you are pulled down down down and into and of and thrown out on the banks of no more cares.  

This world. That world. Just a bunch of fantasy designed to distract you.eight worldly concerns are

• hope for happiness and fear of suffering,
• hope for fame and fear of insignificance,
• hope for praise and fear of blame,
• hope for gain and fear of loss;