There is a stubborn sadness in my life that seems reluctant to leave. It is not constant and yet as time passes it’s dark press upon my heart seems to grow ever more subtle, and yet, seems reluctant to fade entirely. Time is always the great healer of our self imposed problems, when just about every other cure is doomed to fail. I know too that I am the source of this stubborn dark emotion. It comes from both my lack of receptivity and some unevolved part of my being that desperately wants to continue to cling to a different time and reality then the blessed here and now.
More than 4 years have now swept past since Sri Chinmoy left us. His sudden departure from this world was a shock, not just those who called him their Guru, but also to many many others. Spiritual seekers around the world who saw him as a spiritual beacon and inspirer of all those who sought to reach new heights both inwardly and outwardly. His departure churned up a great wave of sorrow that spilled across the globe and touched all those with whom he had made an inner connection.
This sorrow however is such a useless thing, and certainly not what Sri Chinmoy would have wanted of anyone who admired, respected or loved him. Nothing is ever to be gained by fruitlessly chasing down tears. He saw joy as the only true avenue in which one could confidently move forward and continue to attain and fulfill all our own spiritual goals. In retrospect, he certainly had accomplished all that he needed to do on this earth. He shared the richness of his life with all and required not another year, month, or day in which to do it. Most importantly, it is his inner connection to his followers that is in fact still intact, and is as bright and illumining as it has always been. His capacity to nurture and inspire remains as rich and as powerful as always.