THE PACKAGE

Today is the holiest day of the year according to the Hindu calendar —Mahalakshmi. It’s only morning and already I feel I’ve received a gift of great fortune. While I was meditating, the word "fulfillment" floated into my head. The word seemed to arrive as a sort of unmarked package on my doorstep with no return address—the kind of package the UPS man leaves that nobody has to sign for so you wonder what it is and who sent it. I imagine after tearing open the brown paper of the package that I find a small box floating under the sea of packing material—the kind of box that might contain a piece of jewelry or a watch. But in this case, the box is empty; someone forgot to put the present in. Or did they? My great teacher Maharishi Mahesh Yogi often uses the seed as an example. He says that inside the seed you find nothing but emptiness—but contained in the emptiness is the full-grown tree complete with its trunk and branches and leaves and all its fruit.

I think what is contained in the empty box—is nothing but fulfillment. This is the day we chose to launch the web site for Beneath Buddha’s Eyes. It is also the day my book is shipping from the printer. I feel a huge sense of fulfillment and I’m sure that is the gift I’ve been given.