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Pragati Pascale New York, United States
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Jogyata Dallas Auckland, New Zealand
In the Whirlwind of Life
Pradeep Hoogakker The Hague, Netherlands
I see infinitely more than I say
Agraha Levine Seattle, United States
The day I made a useless and ridiculous weightlifting machine for Guru
Devashishu Torpy London, United Kingdom
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Sanchita Fleming Ottawa, Canada
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Garga Chamberlain Bristol, United Kingdom
If I can smile like that, it's worth becoming a disciple
Mahatapa Palit New York, United States
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Preetidutta Thorpe Auckland, New Zealand
Why run 3100 miles?
Smarana Puntigam Vienna, Austria
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Patanga Cordeiro São Paulo, Brazil
I know where you are
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Pranlobha Kalagian Seattle, United States
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Subarnamala Riedel Zurich, Switzerland
What meditation gave me that I was missing
Purnahuti Wagner Guatemala City, Guatemala
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Abhejali Bernardova Zlín, Czech Republic
What brought me to the spiritual life
Paula Correia Porto, Portugal
I can recall only one occasion in my life when, ever so briefly, I fondly imagined that I was about to become enlightened. It was way back in 1978 and I was sitting in the cold winter sunshine on the shores of Rabbit Island, near Nelson in
Alas, as the hours wore on my euphoria receded, along with my expectation of an enlightenment experience, and I realised that I was about to rejoin the great Multitudes of the Unenlightened. The tide had come in and one of my discarded shoes, mocking my dismay, bobbed past me in the tide, enjoying its own brief liberation from worldly constraints. But the doorway had opened and I would never forget this sweet feeling of the inner life, like the distant memory of a happy childhood awoken by the fragrance, half a lifetime later, of a single tiny flower.