In the timeless space.........I met Sri Swamiji in his spring garden, under the shadow of a sacred tree.......From his mahat state he shared the laws of the universe.
When teaching yoga, he opened for me the door to distant and unknown worlds, to unexpected constellations of cosmic lights and sounds.
I forgot the West and, following in his footsteps, travelled the East. I carry within me the sacred banks of the Ganges, the scent of sandal, and his voice like a flute attending the rising sun.
From his hands I received, unwittingly, the respected sannyasin tradition. Its silence still allows me to feel the rhythm of his heart inside me.