“Pristine”
“During the meditation, the atmosphere in the meadow possessed the qualities of a struck chime: pure, crystalline vibrations spread throughout the space; of rose incense: heavenly scent wafted through the air; and of the dawning sun: celestial hues of pastel pink and molten gold illumined the field where they were gathered. Anyone who might have come upon this scene would have felt as if she could rise off the ground by merely taking a step forward. She would have had the sense that she had entered into the most sacred of spaces, the holiest of holies. She would have known immediately and without effort the Infinite Peace and Bliss that life was truly meant to Be.” (from “Palace of Perfect Wisdom”)