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I arrived home from my week at the ashram at midnight last night, energized by the full Guru Purnima moon and 3 hours of chanting in the car as it whisked along the Mass Pike, elated by what was easily one of the best weeks of my life. Ananda, meaning "bliss" is appropriately named. When I can form more detailed sentences about the experience I will. Here are some photos from the week...

The Seed Market

Can you find another market like this?
Where,
with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Where,
for one seed
you get a whole wilderness?

For one weak breath,
the divine wind?

You've been fearful
of being absorbed in the ground,
or drawn up by the air.

Now, your waterbead lets go
and drops into the ocean,
where it came from.


It no longer has the form it had,
but it's still water.
The essence is the same.

This giving up is not a repenting.
It's a deep honoring of yourself.

— Rumi, as translated by Coleman Barks