“The Master”
“The Master was childlike: innocent, spontaneous, and carefree. Profound wisdom flowed from his mouth as an efflux of water pours continuously from an artesian well. He sat in full-lotus position, playfully slapping a red rose against his free palm, as he discussed the purpose and power of meditation to change not only individuals but the world in which they lived. In a very soft voice (luckily well amplified by the microphones), one of sweetness and tenderness, pregnant with the joy of the world’s oldest child, thick in its Indian accent, the holy man explained once more, probably for the ten-thousandth time, but as though for him it was the first, the basics of the practice he taught.”