The old Yoga Center slowly giving up the glow of its good vibrations, or plants in jail as I find myself thinking of this photograph. The plants are filled to the brim with good vibrations and are not about to give up. The ones not transplanted have stretched out their arms, though behind bars, and have grown with happy abandon. The lesson here is that spiritual success is not the same as material wellbeing. It’s not so much about the freedom to have as the freedom to be. And these plants, and those outside the frame of this photograph are content to be themselves. They are undaunted by the threat of containment. Their territory is the universe itself and all that’s beyond this tiny place.