SacredAbstractSadhana

When the Lindens were in bloom, after a long journey, having touched so many lives, my Teacher sat down on a bench. For the last time.  And with lightness and speed lifted in to the arms of the ancestors, from who he'd never been separate, but honored through unbound giving and humor.  His voice echoed of wisdom and suffering of many his teachers, a "tower of grace".

And to me he had given the gift of fearing no man.

He taught us without our knowing. Loyalty, and the art of invisibility.  Those of us who attended his school of unconditional joy and realness, will never forget to our self worth and to see the highest potential in others.  Generosity and forgiveness, more than a few of us felt he was like a father.

So respect to Real in all things, a dedication to wise.  And those who walk their talk, and have the strength to live fearlessly from the heart...

I'm so grateful to have known you. I love you Kevin

Rest in Gods Embrace Always!