The encounter is like stumbling into a garden of sublime flowers, stirring up the sweet scent of divinity.
This fragrance lingers. It remains and beckons one back to the garden of beingness.
If one realises the Self, then one dwells in the garden always.
The things of the world are seen to occur by themselves. They don’t disturb the garden. There is nothing to do.
This is peace. What can proceed from here but love and compassion?
One day the body dies. Is the garden of beingness disturbed?
Not at all.