We are back in Dharma Mountain and we are thirsty. The mystic pub is open and the drunken barman is serving bliss. Our glasses are overflowing, and we drink and we drink.
This is no ordinary pub, where drinking brings unconsciousness. This bar serves the nectar of the gods – which brings consciousness higher. Drunk on the divine, we accept our Master’s invitation to dance this Leela of Life. Trusting in ourselves, in existence. Trusting in our hearts.
This bliss is timeless. It is wordless. It is endless.
This Norwegian springtime, when the river runs fast and free. When the birds sing with joy in the fresh leaved trees. When the sun comes after the long dark winter, to wake us and to warm us. This joyful, blissful spring, which brings us back together – to grow, to dance, to bloom. Ah, This!