In the Ashram

December 10, 2002

I am enveloped by love, embraced with affectionate remembrance, greeted with smiles of sweetness wherever I walk, and it is as if I had never left. Indeed, a part of me as always been here aspiring towards the Mother’s feet.
The flowers of the Samadhi are woven into patterns of artistic offering and the perfumed blossoms of tuberose, jasmine and ‘Surrender’ roses mingle with the spires of agarbathi and the remembered fragrance of frankincense.