It is the night of the full moon. Slowly the walkers amble in, seating themselves under the silent roots in quiet anticipation.
The moonlight walk tonight will be my first. The idea always gave me a warm feeling, but I have never managed to make it this far before.
Rising out of the inky blackness of the East, the moon shimmers from behind a hazy streak of clouds. Matrimandir in the foreground appears like a pin-cushion; the scaffolds sticking out like needles, like energy fields.
I shut my eyes; my ears tune in to the sounds around...
(Priya Sundaravalli)
...people walking out of Buddha Bar in Rynek Glowny, Stare Miasto...
Krakow, Poland...
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