He walked so many and unknown paths.
He sang the songs that none had sung.
There was a time when the rain was constantly falling outside his window, and the moon of death had arisen on the firmament of his soul.
Only the clouds of heavens are the roof over his head now.
The winds of the desert are the only walls of his house.
The humming trees of the forest are his companions and his friends.
The green grass of the flowery fields is his bed and his cradle, wherein he lays down his body to rest.
Under the crystal garden of a million twinkling stars he sleeps his sleep.
So blessed and so peaceful, so innocent and so pure…
He sleeps with the one eternal thought of the Almighty God.
His dreams are dreams of peace and joy.
His spirit soars in ecstasy of freedom, high, high up to the infinite halls of the far away heavens…
Only the wind will follow his path now.
Only the light of the lightning can say where he is gone.
Only the roaring of the thunder can sing his songs now…
The autumn rains are washing his sanctified body, like a mother, washing her new born baby so gently with such care and such love…
Angels of the heavens are singing their lullabies for him.
His soul has found it’s fulfillment and it’s peace now.
One blessed day he understood that if he becomes like the grass of the fields, bowing down in utter humility, becoming as if nothing at all, then will nothing be able to imprison him anymore either.
The racing storms of the heavens will not be able to uproot him from the Truth!
By becoming nothing one becomes everything.
By giving up all one attains all.
So, in the halls of the Eternal Heavens his blessed soul now rejoices with the liberated ones.
He walks in the land of the living, in the presence of the Eternal God, and his name is being written in the book of life for all time to come.
His heart is melting in endless bliss and joy, as the bubbles of laughter are springing forth from the deepest crystal clear waters of his purified soul.
His soul and his heart has become free!
There is only thrills and throbs…
Gigantic waves of ever new joy are crushing forth over the infinite oceans of deathless peace, to reach the infinitely distant shores of his Cosmic existence.
Bliss… freedom… love… joy… and peace.
Unspeakable eternal peace…
He has come home now.
Hariprasad L. @ Amritapuri ashram, South-India 2003.