The group sat under the shade of an ancient Bhodi tree on an early Spring morning, it had just been raining litely as mist was still hanging in the air. The sun was shining through the branches as they spoke. Gatama stood and adressed the field his contagious amile gleeming through the sunlight. A Chuckle began in the back with Harckonin the eldest and ended wth Govindana his brother. the chuckle turned to laughter AND gATAMA WAVED his arm to the field and in an instant the field bloomed into color. Pinks AND oranges, yellows and reds, The miracle of Spring. Joy and Bliss rose from the groupGatama bowed to the group and sat under the tree with the group, they bowed back and the tree flowered. Gatama smiled at them knowingly. All was good.
Peace and Balance,
John
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