Karma

Music for musics sake, I play and let the sound come from where the ocean of Self resounds . Listening without any expectation I rest in the sound of notes that arise effortlessly and timelessly. The musician disappears and only the music remains .

Doing nothing more than making sure everyone is comfortable .

doing some healing work where it's due .

Watering the Basilico , I watch and let it grow for pesto so everyone can eat . Notice the abundance of grapes that flourish .

Sitting on the red bench looking over the green hedge the blue expanse .
The rest is Prasad, a gift from That which cannot be spoken of !