"We are sponsoring a workshop
on relaxation and were wondering if we could place this in your window."
"One of the posters is already outdated," I pointed out.
"So we won't have to take up more of your window space."
The manager looked us over, glanced at the poster, and nodded.
"Thanks," we said and quickly placed two, back to back, visible to people
inside and out. After several hours we had placed more than half the stack.
Postering with Sal boosted my confidence in asking favors
from strangers. Soon, though, we decided to work opposite sides
of the street to increase our efficiency. I found that by acting
polite and a bit shy, I could easily persuade store owners to say yes.
The more I spread the word of Guru's mission, to people in stores
and on the street, the more I believed in it. And the more I believed,
the more I wanted to spread the word of Guru's mission...
When Sal and I ran out of posters, we crossed over to Third Avenue,
met Paul and my brother, and caught the subway to Penn Station.
I was tired from the postering. I found the repetitive clatter
and vibrations of the train soothing. I found it easy to meditate.
I could have thought about how Atmananda had been teaching me
how-to-hunt-and-how-not-to-be-hunted.
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