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by T. T.

I sat broke at the top of the ever ongoing, upward-moving escalator at the world famous L.A. Convention center. A cricket behind me chirped ceaselessly amid the silk flowers dangling from a real earth bed - he was calling to his hopeful mate (obviously another cricket passionately in love with silk flowers badly needed to be found, and soon!). The rhythmic value of the stairs combined with the harmonics of the self-assured cricket reinforced my consistent no-thought state. How comforting.

Suddenly, like a disturbing thought to no mind, like a screen saver activated, like an L.A.P.D. helicopter outside your 40'th floor L.A. high rise, Rama rose before me on the escalator stairs. Upon focus readjustment to this cricket listener, he smiled, "Hello Darling, aren't you comin' in?"

"Well," I stated, "I can't afford to. I gave my money to a guy who never got to see you before, and it just seemed like the right thing to do. After all," I hammered away, "I don't need to go in - I can see the same just as well out here." (We all know the walls just didn't seem to hold up when Rama was in there somewhere, so being on the other-side of the wall was simply not an issue at the time).

I don't know how many intellectual revolutions Rama had to go through, but he finally came up with a statement. It went like this -- "I run this show" . . . .

"Yeah, but," I stated, I just don't have the money and this and a that and a this and a that and an anyway . . ."

And again, Rama simply stated, "You know, I run this show . . ."

"Oh yeah," I finally conceded . . . (Let's hear it for small enlightenments)

So I followed him into the then-filled hall (some 300-350 students). On entering, Rama took the attention of the folks at the ticket table with the words, "This is my friend, give her a student pass" upon which magical words, the entry ticket for the next 2 nights arrived in my hands directly, for free!

But, in Nirvana as in L.A. you just don't get free meals. You've known this all along, and you've tried to sidle out of it, admit it, hungry ones! Before moving on toward the stage Rama tapped me three times on my left shoulder. And from that moment on, worlds upon worlds cannot alleviate the beauty and the conundrum of the worlds left within my left shoulder.

That, in and of itself, is enough to drive me to enlightenment. C U there!

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