The roof of the flats offers much solace after a long days work of seva. As the sun begins to set, I often head up there and lie on my back just looking up at the clouds and out into the infinite. The other evening while resting in Savasana, I looked up to find about dozen or so eagles circling overhead. Their wings outstretched, floating effortlessly on an invisible air current, they drifted high above – crisscrossing in a silent dance of bliss. I wanted to join them. Alas, the mind kept drifting back to body consciousness – and the struggle continues….

Sri Pati, US
25 November 2006