Prajna at the Mayday protest in Trafalgar Square in, I seem to recall, 2004. This photo was printed in the Guardian newspaper and Adrian Dennis, AFP, the photographer who took it, graciously sent me a digital copy.
I’m on a mystical mystery tour that’s coming to take me away.
The path is illumined, the load is enlightened,
Brighter each step of the way.
I have a guide who shines like a beacon,
Whose smile — what can I say?
I have a joy that is growing inside me,
A love that is flowering,
Living is service,
Service is teaching,
Sannyasa is loving,
Sadhana is calling,
Samadhi is waiting.
I am at peace with the path laid before me
And I am determined whenever it’s clear.
I’ve walked 30 feet over burning hot coals
And lived through my death and all I hold dear.
Now I walk forth in the way of Sadhaka,
I offer my blessing, my love and my prayer.
Andy and Val were on the way to a festival in their converted horsebox when the diff fell to pieces, so they came here and found our festival instead. Andy built me a power bus to connect the leisure batteries from the van and they donated us a pile of cushions from their previous camper, so that Kazz and Prajna could have a comfy bed insted of sleeping directly on hardcore. To top it off they also lent us this magnificent windmill, to which we attached our peace flag.
A vid from Holy Vhem