Two years ago, late August: my mom had been in the hospital all summer and in the midst of my familys tragedy, I came to New Hampshire to be on retreat with my teacher. The retreatants--many close friends-- sang the chant below in honor of my mother. Now, two years later, on the night of Gurujis death, we sang it again. In the midst of our sadness, I am deeply grateful--for this man who has changed all of our lives, for my teacher and all of our teachers, for a community that has uplifted me time and time again, that has held me through grief and sorrow, that has pierced through the darkness to the light. Twameva mata cha pita twameva Twameva bandhushcha sakha twameva Twameva vidya dravinam twameva Twameva sarvam mama deva deva You are my Mother, truly you are. You are my Father, truly you are. You are my friend and my companion. You are my everything, oh Divine One.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 02:01:13 +0000
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