My bus experience

Once I went alone to visit Eric’s parents in Pittsburgh. While coming back at night in the bus, I was only watching the moon for the entire journey. It took three and a half hours or even more. There were no other passengers. The bus driver was driving and I did not want to talk to him. I was only meditating and meditating on the moon.

From:Sri Chinmoy,My Consulate years, Agni Press, 1996
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