‘The Universe is re-arranging itself around you’.

I’m jogging round the park after morning mediation. An old Indian man riding a bicycle and dressed in white careers towards me. When he smiles I see his two middle bottom teeth are missing. ’You’re beautiful’, he tells me. The autumnal morning sun streams down on freshly dug flower beds and moist grass. We chat for a few more minutes. This keeps happening. It’s happening to all of us. Strangers come and talk to us in the street, in shops, in the park. Subhuti, who I meet with Dhammarati on my way home, nods when I tell him about this phenomenon, ‘The Universe is re-arranging itself around you’.