Death of a Teacher

Below is what I wrote the night I learned Ram Dass left his body. Writing is one of my main ways that I work through grief, and crafting these words was incredibly healing. Since then, I did go to Maui, and I got to touch his feet. I will forever have burned in my mind the power and beauty of staying up through the night in satsang, doing puja, singing bhajan, and performing aarti to his body as it lay covered in flowers in the early morning hours before sunrise.