“My spiritual teacher, my mother’s mother, would get up between three and four every morning, and she liked sweeping the veranda at that time. I would still be asleep, but while I was half asleep, half awake, I could hear her singing the mantram while she swept, the familiar words seeming to blend with the cool breeze that blew through the coconut palms just before dawn.
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama Rama, Hare Hare
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna,
Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama Rama, Hare Hare
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna,
Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare
“I think that it was then that the mantram must have gradually entered into the depths of my consciousness without my knowledge.”