While I was meditating, the sign on Gurudev's chair was moved aside. Sigh, the return of the Master is imminent. I didn't hear the usual cadence of his sandals, but I saw the form. The first moment as I saw the orange attire out of the corner of my eye, is it real? A dream? A painting? The tears told the truth. The limit of words. What a privilege to pranam at the feet of this living Master! The ocean of love was back and the joy of being soulfully submerged was beautiful.
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