“Above the Pacific”
“They were, at that moment, walking on an embankment overlooking the Pacific Ocean. They stopped and gazed out upon the scene. Just to their right, a magnificent Monterey Cypress thrust out its trifurcated trunk, its sculpted and polished limbs, and its unkempt, shaggy bushes of needles. From within the tree, dozens of invisible birds squawked. Cascades of flamingo-pink ice plant carpeted the declivity leading down to the beach. There the dun-colored sand rippled gently out to meet the water. The Pacific thundered against the boulders set in the near offing. Further out, where the water was calm, its surface sparkled with a million lights, frenetically signaling a message to whoever chose to observe and attempt to decipher it. The ozone-rich air intoxicated Stilla and Sonca. They understood that they were admiring the peaceful perfection of Pure Consciousness in its materialized form.” (from “Palace of Perfect Wisdom”)