A quote sent to me via one of my students:
Personalities are born once.
A mystic many times….
I am not Shams Tabriz,
But a light within his light.
The poem reminds me of my teacher who passed over a decade ago. His light continues, and is the same within us all.
I still remember the strong scent of rose when Gurudev, unexpectedly leaving his assigned seat, sat down beside me at a movie premier. Earlier, I had been asked to wait, for a time, before I entered the theatre, finally, just before the room went dark, my name not having appeared on the list. I was later than I wanted to be; embarrassed, I sat far in the back.
To Gurudev, Again
88 years you walked the firm
and the soft
through space thicker than water.
Your father called on your gift
for the rhythm and dance
You planted seeds unknown to me
a tree of gratitude has grown.
November 24, 2014