One of Sri Chinmoy's books had a poem, “Love, Devotion and Surrender,” that Carlos felt represented his spiritual journey, and he chose the title for the album. The next morning Carlos and I rose early to finish packing for our flight to London. I tidied our little guest room, stripped the sheets, folded blankets, and left a note leaning against Sri Chinmoy's photograph thanking Mahalakshmi for her hospitality. Hugging the Mahas good-bye, I had to fight not to cry. So much had happened in the month we had known them. I was sad to part with our new friends. We flew into Heathrow International Airport. I thought of the time I had come to London with Sly. The memory of snorting cocaine in the bathroom of the Bally shoe store on King's Road seemed like another life. I chanted “Supreme, Supreme” to push the image out of my mind. Carlos, by my side in his white disciple clothes, myself in a sari beneath my long woolen coat—we were definitely not the same people we had been the year before.
What do You think about Space Between The Stars (2005)?
