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Drops of water. (plenty for you & me). No hidden messages. (no secrets to be given). Everything out in the open. (like a glass door).

Back on the path. Went down a different road for awhile  chanting  the Hare Krishna mantra.   You know the one.  The one that goes like this:   Hare Krishna. Hare Krishna. Krishna.   Krishna. Hare.  Hare. Hare Rama. Hare Rama. Rama.  Rama. Hare.  Hare. I tried to be a good devotee of Lord Krishna but it  just wasn't meant to be.  No harm done, at least I tried. Yes at least I tried.   So now with a quick and sudden decision I will travel  down the road in the footsteps of the Buddha. Hello, again.