Nature surrenders to the moment. Without resistance the last leaves on the trees let go, peacefully falling into the unknown.
Dharma Mountain is embraced by Silence.
The silent mountain, the naked trees – the first snowflakes falling – so quiet, so gentle, so soft. The cold, crystal clear air outside. Indoor – fireplace, candlelights, glowing eyes, glowing faces.
We are in Silence at Dharma Mountain, in the warm embrace of The Beloved, of Satsang – and of our own, tender hearts.
There are no words to express this gratitude.
Thank You, Beloved, for bringing us into the warm, cozy home… of our own hearts.