The photo of clouds looks to me like two angels flying with fluffy white wings in the blue sky. What a blessed way to begin my day!
St. Laurent, Canada
When I began to look through the third series of nature photos for September, I felt scattered. My mind seemed out of control and I was unable to settle down.
When I beheld the photo of the spider gently embracing the bright orange flower, I instantly felt held, relaxed, and contained. My mind became settled as I, too, felt embraced by a sense of tender benevolence. I am reminded of how the practice of meditating on nature, given to me by Gurumayi, repeatedly brings me back home to who I really am.
Alaska, United States
Every time I click to view a photo, I repeat the sacred mantra
Om Namah Shivaya. As I engage with each image in this way, I feel a deeper sense of connection to the sacred grounds of Shree Muktananda Ashram. At the same time, my heart opens more and more. I am infinitely grateful for the power of the mantra.
I am grateful to Gurumayi for simply everything.
Hilversum, Netherlands
This introduction reassured me about my practice of imbibing my connection to nature in all her forms. I remember how walking the silent path between Atma Nidhi and Anugraha at Shree Muktananda Ashram filled me with delight and revelation. As my pace slowed, my breathing flowed easefully, and my senses communed with the birds, flowers, and water in a dream-like way. The path became an exquisite darshan to be treasured.
And so, ever since the beginning of the pandemic’s challenges, I have taken to walking in my neighborhood every day with Ashram sensibilities! I feel that Gurumayi has answered my need for upliftment by directing my awareness to the birds, flowers, and water fountains in my own surroundings.
I begin each walk with the intention to receive Gurumayi’s guidance. My pace naturally slows, as my senses open to refreshment and joy. The feeling of union that I experienced at the Ashram returns.
When a butterfly comes close, I say aloud, "Hello, Gurumayi. Thank you."
California, United States
Clouds
floating
shifting shape
paint a story
on the canvas
of blue sky.
I read cloud-speak
as saying:
Be assured
that
all distinctions
above below in-between
dissolve
into the moment
of stillness.
New York, United States