Have you ever smelled a frangipani? The flower of this tree surely produces one of the most divine fragrances in existence: Anyone fortunate enough to catch a whiff is bound to experience a moment of pure existential bliss.
During this morning’s satsang, I felt as if we were petals of a frangipani flower. Somehow the magic of us being together created an exquisite dance, with a fragrance as intoxicating as that of the frangipani. Such is the mystical beauty of satsang. Thank you to all of you who have contributed your energy, your presence.
