It’s divine, the moment, when you are sitting cross legged, back straight and your head covered with a beautiful piece of sheer fabric. Eyes gently closed and ears wide open to hear the words of Baba Ji. The fingers of your hand have gently entwined with the weight settled on top of your crossed legs.
Understanding only one word out of every ten, but yet feeling a part of something, being able to plug in and light up and hopefully transmit to your temporary attachment.
Take a slow deep breath in, hold it for a few seconds and gently blow all the tension, stress and worries out of your body. It became a familiar phrase and an important coping strategy that gave me a way of escaping into another world, my world. Time does not exist, nor noise, just me, reborn every time.