This Peculiar Life
March 12, 2018It was a Saturday night in fall, after a day that seemed to span two - in the good sense, of course. We stood in the car-park after Luang Por taught us Dhamma, beautiful in the beginning, middle and end.
We looked up and saw oh, so many stars.
"So pretty," said one.
"Is that the milky-way?," marveled another.
"We are looking at the past," one muttered.
How peculiar it is that a group of people, with no seeming relation, can come to meet at a certain place, a certain time, a certain life, under the same sky.
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