Chant, Breathe, Trust

At dusk, our home grown stupa alight after a memorial to dear friend Martin Edge. We chant, breathe, reflect and renew our trust. Listening to the sky touching earth and its echo in the mind dissolving within itself.

Ayyā Medhānandī reflects on pure internal audios from inner horizons.

Unearthly voices join our NAMO chanting at SIMT-TBC retreat