It was the lotus pond sparkling in the sun,
it was the waving of the flame before the shrine of a little
known awakened one,
it was the dog drinking my chai.
It was the sharing of simple food on banana leaves,
it was the care of the sadhu who has nothing but gives all,
it was sitting in silence with friends gazing at a sacred Mountain.
It was none of this and all……
A flower opens each moment the heart sheds its cover.
Nothing and everything,
it was none of this and all
(From the blog ‘Small pebbles’), with gratitude