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There is a time, a place, a moment, an instinct when you just know what is right. It is a universal force. Its feeling is incredible and unpredictably strong. It is here. This place of epiphanic bliss is unbound by walls, space, time or name; it is an experience. How do I explain? The chattering of servants waxed and waned behind the rhythmic cricket-cricket hymn of kings. Delicate breaths spread the seductive scent of jasmine, the real queen of the night. I glanced at my wrist to see the diamonds on the watch dial glistening in the moonlight—exactly eleven o’clock. The temple gardens were desolate except for the few who strolled by once or twice before eventually settling in their quarters. In between, messengers called for me, but they too returned to the halls upon my refusal. Finally, I was alone…almost. I shared company with the native watchman who sat on duty outside in the comfort of a hypnotic, crackling fire. What started as an unbelieving look, I watched his curiosity turn into defeated acceptance of the young roamer swaying like an angel from the heavens on the ethereal swing under the starry sky. A crystal white sari and pearls draped the curve of her bare neck. Soft winds pierced delicate fibers of her rosy skin and gently kissed her long black hair as she continued to oscillate deep in meditation. I am she. Journeying through the eternal labyrinths of my mind, I am awed with infinite potential. Conflicting waves of emotions collide as one in an ocean of space, eventually breaking to spread powerful, harmonic energy. Suddenly, I am empowered by nature with gifts of profound understanding. Amid tumultuous emotions, I reach euphoric mental stillness where I am most content. I have become the garden, the jasmine, the air, and all that is ethereal of the night. It exists within me. I am its master as much as it is mine. Is this what they call transcendence? Magnificent. Meditating on a garden swing in a temple somewhere in Gujarat, India, transcendence is the last experience I expected. God bless this breathtaking land of colors, culture, and Karma Sutra!