My husband is starting to look like this
Like a wild Ram Dass.
While giving blood on Christmas eve,
he told me that he reached out
the “presence” that was in the room.
And the people there,
turned to look at him
as if it were about him,
not what was already there,
that he was just touching it.
Ram Dass tells a story from his youth
of living in an ashram in India
with his beloved guru, Maharaj-ji,
who advised him to” Tell the Truth and Love Everyone”.
One day having walked in the heat,
hungry and pissed off,
Ram Dass’s anger escalated to a full furry.
He was so furious at everyone
that he began to sob without end,
on and on
The Guru fed him milk, patted his head and
tugged on his beard, crying with him.
The tenderness of the guru knows
that “acceptance” was already in the room.