Sunday, October 18, 2009

CHURCH

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Up before dawn and alone in the great meditation hall of the Siddha Yoga Dham Ashram. The drone of the tamboura on its never-ending tape fills the dark cavern. A single guttering candle on the Puja is the only light. The incense from last night’s program, and many programs that came before, still lingers in this sanctified atmosphere. I dedicate myself to Dharma. My meditation is about as deep as I can go.

Out before the hikers and running the trail between Edwards and Purdon Crossings. Below me the rush of the South Yuba River fills the canyon. Early morning sunlight filters through dense forest canopy. Fragrances of laurel offer the incense for my sacred temple in the trees. Dharma pads along, at my side, silent companion.
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