You are the secret ingredient
that is flavoring everything.
You are in the sound of the rain
on the temple roof
in the warm breeze flowing through
the garden
in the white gardenia opening its petals.
When people ask us,
what is the flavor of this place?
What is the name of it?
Where does it come from?
We cannot say.
You cannot be said.
You are the secret ingredient
that can only be sensed, tasted
and felt
through the flowering
of our own hearts.
“Accepting oneself,
the heart unburdened,
lightness of being appears.
The soul soars to the stars
and beyond.
Ah, This!”Swaha
