“Mother Meera”
“The next morning, Mother Meera took a walk along the riverside, her students gathered around her like ducklings following their mom. The elements seemed perfectly in harmony here. The dark-brown roughness of the far rocks blended exquisitely with the laurel green of the flowing river, whose wavelets and eddies caused it to resemble a piece of stained glass. The beige sand over which they walked spread out like a huge cashmere cloth intended to soften the harshness of the boulders. The trees growing dense on the hillside behind the ashram looked like a furry blanket protecting it from the forward press of the rising hills. And the receding ranges of mountains beckoned the onlookers from the material into the spiritual world of the high Himalayas.”