Maharaj-ji. Photo by Balaram Das.
To Maharaj-ji
A man in a blanket who died but lives within me
and always knows my heart,
a cosmic playmate whose laughter goes beyond time,
who always loves me more,
more than a lover, father, or mother,
more than I love myself,
even when I forget to love him,
whose presence is like a sweet
silent mistlike energy in my heart,
who showed me a path
with no direction
and illumines every step along the way,
without whom none of this would exist.
Through him I met my real self.
He wouldn’t take credit for this book, but it is his.