kimono-style jacket. Elegant black slacks hung loosely
from his torso. He was on his way to the couch when he
stopped and studied the audience.

I watched as the music, flowers, and teacher seemed to
melt into each other. For a moment they were not separate.
When the music stopped Rama sat on the couch and assumed
the lotus position, tapped to the music, and smiled out at
the audience.

Except for stage lights, there was darkness in the
theater. Complete silence muffled the noise of normal life

As I watched Rama, I saw a shift in the density of the
night. The blackness behind Rama turned shiny and there