A year ago this night, I saw Guruji, and we chatted.
Then I wrote this poem... seems like I am still in that moment.

The Wanderer came home,
and Home returned to the wanderer.
"I am in love with You," he said.
The Beloved replied with
laughter and twinkling eyes,
"You have no choice!"
Who comprehends this conversation?
I love because I have free will,
yet when I surrender completely,
the will is annihilated in love
and there is perfect freedom.
I know this because I became
a fool.

Photo: Me with Guruji in Seattle, 8/1/16