One day on my lunch break I was at Shoreline Park watching a young seagull perched on a picnic table a few feet away. Perfectly still except for his soft, brown feathers ruffling in the breeze, he gazed at me for a long time. I thought about the Eastern concept of darshan—the sight of a holy person. Just being in the presence of a Master, a highly evolved being, we receive grace. When they open their eyes and their gaze…..