On the 19th & 28th we didn't spend a lot of time doing anything but "just sitting", since there were lots of things I needed to do by 7pm.
Last night however, the 5 of us settled into the hour. I introduced one of my favorite poets, Kabir, and read his poem, Moth. Since April is National Poetry Month, I'll read something every Thursday this month.
We talked about all the activities going on in the coming weeks--Tibetan Monks in Harrisburg, creating a sand mandala at the Whitaker Center, and then a final performance of sacred song and dance. An Astro Party at the College astronomy center on Saturday night (hope it's a clear night), the Precepts classes up at the House of Meditation.
Then we sat for 20 minutes.
I don't know who it is that always puts a dollar coin in the Dana bowl, but it was there again last night, shining from the bottom of the bowl. It's very beautiful. J and I walked out together, because he had some things on his mind, and as he passed the Dana bowl, he bowed. I was so surprised. No dollar, no pocket change, but he filled the bowl with his bow! Indescribable Dana! A bow.
I don't know if he was even conscious of his act, because he was also talking to me, describing young heart ache! Does he always bow? I wouldn't know.
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