Beautiful post, simply wonderful. You have nailed so much of the TM experience.
I am somehow reminded just now of some words from L Cohen's early poem "Butcher" "....Well, I found a silver needle, I put it into my arm. It did some good, did some harm. But the nights were cold and it almost kept me warm, how come the night is long?" Subsitute needle for TM and you have what went through my mind. Regards, Fred [snip]
