Ashram Courtyard - Dec. 2002
 

Tonight at the 7:30 meditation the strong fragrance of jasmine and tuberose mix with the coils of incense and rise into the skies of God. All the lights in the courtyard are turned off with the exception of one light over the Samadhi.

A pleasant breeze comes from the Bay of Bengal and the moon casts phosphorescent shadows in the ‘Service Tree’. There is so much love and devotion here. One is transported into higher realms of consciousness merely by being in the atmosphere.


Today I wrote an article about the work of a young man, age 49.

I am greeted here not as a prodigal son who has returned home

but a brother who has never left.