eye meeting eye When I was allowed in the hall, my attention would always be on his face. I couldnt look at anything else. Sometimes his eyes would be half-open, but most of the time they would be wide-open and empty. I have never seen eyes like this in any other living being. On only one occasion during this period did he look directly at me. He looked straight into my eyes, eye meeting eye, like a lover looking into the eyes of his beloved. My whole body shook and vibrated. I did not feel the presence of the body at all. Tears were falling from my eyes, and my throat was choked. For hours I could not speak to anyone. ~ Papaji, Nothing Ever Happened, Volume One, by David Godman
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 08:16:04 +0000