Dear Divine Ma,
What Do You Want Me to Learn Today?
What does Swamiji mean to me? Sitting in his bedroom at Ananda Assisi’s Moksha Kutir, it becomes clearer that everything that’s important about my life came from him. Every principle he preached, I now take as my own. My thoughts about how to act and think in the world come from him. The things that are important to me were the things that were important to him. The silence I feel here is the same silence I felt with Francis in L’Eremo, with Chiara at her 600-year tomb, with Brother Cupertino at the chapel where he prayed nightly to Divine Mother. This presence is the same as those. There is no difference. How can I not perceive this pulsing energy most of the time? Profound peace. Profound stillness. Emptiness that is completely full. Stillness that is pulsing with dynamism. It’s like my skin is tingling without cause. There is no need for talking. Sound would be superfluous. The presence is tangible. He is here. He never left. True, Swamiji’s jokes are gone. But the joyous laughter still rings in the AUM that shouts across the silences. My ears are twitching from the soundless roar. How can I not perceive this pulsing energy most of the time?