Guest guest Posted June 27, 1999 Report Share Posted June 27, 1999 I was going through some writings and came upon this, so I refreshed it, and submit it as a cool choice for a hot day. Today the same park is teeming with families and well-fed squirrels. _____________________ It is nicely snowing in Nova Scotia and, knowing that a large and popular park by the ocean would be vacant on what is normally one of its most populous days of the year, I suggested we take a walk along the Atlantic stretching out like a quiet holy presence, and through and around the intertwining network of narrow paved and dirt roads slipping through the gathered high and scented pines. We were practically alone. It was cold and wet. As the park's trails wind here and there, seeming always to be in celebration of the perfect unchanging ocean, I realize that so do all these streams of email on these forums weave a structure which is a celebration of an overall holiness. At the core of each of these electronic communications is recognized and heard a silent holy presence, the true Guru, the quiet unchanging ocean. People communicate from that disposition the best know how. They follow and carve endless trails in the park that celebrates the ocean. We are in satsang with the silent holy presence. And we are the sangha. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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