For Ram Dass

[Guest guest]

There are gurus everywhere,

the cosmic soup

of one more drop….

 

I remember Ram Dass,

tall and white-haired, basking

in presence, stage lit with captivating

smiles of his heart,

 

I knew I always loved him,

and somehow he always loved me,

 

way back then, there were only a few

of us who stayed, waiting for his hug,

 

…and oh, how we hugged…

,,,the children within ran away to play…

laughing as small children do…

 

but hugs don't last forever, nor do gurus,

but his smile my heart will remember

his twinkling eyes of blue….

and his love will last my whole life through.

 

I saw Hanuman in all his glory

surrounded

in orange blossoms

a pale blue light

and the gentle breeze

of an island paradise.