This morning on a walk I marveled at the beauty of falling Autumn leaves.
Tonight reading of your passing I AM the autumn leaf.
There is no beauty anymore in being adrift.
No roots no home no hand on my head.
No one to run to when life shows its teeth.
A judgment I trust blindly.
For the first time in 35 years I know what it is to be an adult.
To be on your own.
I know what you would say....
Guru is not a body. Guru is always with you.
But now I must work to find you when I could just walk up to see you.
Please do not move on to a better place that’s too far away.
Move on to a place where you can be with us all the way.