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We planted some seeds of love and awareness in northeast Las Vegas, Nevada, Saturday. Meditation at 3,500 feet naturally goes deep when supported by the vast emptiness of the high desert. I couldn’t help marvel, observing the beautifully landscaped gardens around the house, how the desert blooms when given water — just as thirsty souls do when watered with meditation. Seeing faces of participants soften and start shining from the inside confirmed this. Many thanks to Murali for having the vision; and to new friends Jeanne and Mark for opening their lovely home to us. This event has been something of a miracle, one I won’t soon forget. I have a feeling it is the start of something new.
Issa wrote:
PURE SIMPLICITY
MARKS THE ARRIVAL OF SPRING
A PALE YELLOW SKY.
Basho writes:
TEMPLE BELLS DIE OUT
THE FRAGRANT BLOSSOMS REMAIN
A PERFECT EVENING!
