Seeing Him

I was at Spanda Hall for BSP.

Sadhguru was on the ashram the first night I was there. We didn't get to see him. I was aching and longing to be in his presence. But the volunteers would chuckle and say, he's always with us.

The third night..

The fire reached into the sky.
The flames eating our bonds.
Finally free, we danced on the grass, barefoot. Bare naked.

Someone gasped and I looked,
he came out of the light, a dance in his step.

He stood there - a stillness of such magnitude.
In one instant we exploded.

A sob escaped my throat
And then a tear rolled down his cheek.


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I couldnt believe that he had really come. He casually glanced, and acknowledged how deeply he was aware of what was going on at that gathering... The group cheered out in celebration..

But in 2 seconds... of silence... and the overwhelming power of Him being there, then.. right after what we'd experienced the past 2 days, I was sobbing without knowing what was happening. And so were others.

My eyes fixed on him, I saw tears roll down his cheeks.

He gestured for us to follow him and sit around him. Like hungry children, the group sat around him. He wiped the tears off his face.

He spoke for a minute. Gazed into everyone's eyes. When he looked at me, I don't understand what happened.. or can't explain.

We floated around the rest of the night, on an unexpected cloud. A gift from him. Another gift.