It was only a few days later that I would see my mother for the last time, gasping for breath, hooked up to machines. My sister was there. And she had a friend with her, a co-worker who neither I nor my mother had ever met. As I sat bedside with my mother, holding her hand, this stranger tells ...
May 26, 2016
Swearing samadhi and resting in the still presence I resolved to know nothing and attempted to be content