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A principle in life to remember is to travel light.
You are traveling all the time.
Travel light, live light, spread the light, be the light.
– Yogi Bhajan
You looked at me
by Gurutej Kaur
You looked at me removing my turban. It was the end of a very busy day, week or lifetime it seemed. We were relaxing in what was usually my bedroom in this city of Toronto which was converted to your quarters for this trip. I basking in just being silently with you. You getting your hair combed and braided me allowing my weary now uncovered head to breath. The relief of uncoiling my heavy hair and letting it unwind. You looked at it with deeply envious eyes, with eyes that remembered the time, with eyes that were trying to tell me of the grace of hair, with eyes that said be greatful. You voice said " I had hair like that once, as beautiful and thick as yours. Don't ever get fat. You are never supposed to get fat. Your hair will keep you thin." I laughed and said "You may have had hair like mine but then you had no one to comb and braid it for you every nite." We both laughed a tired laugh, me greatful just to be with you, you because you could. It was time to leave you in peace though I didn't want to leave. This time alone was my treat for all that was done for the mission in the name of love.
I got little moments to bask in loves radiance. Now I wanted to stretch the moment. You seeing this said " You were a Swami Ji last time and you promised to come back and help me. Do it." That gave me something to ponder. I could hear your unspoken words saying. Drop all obstacles to serving. Get out of your way. Stop the whining. Be the source. So easy to do in your presence so easy to forget and fight as I moved away. As we said our Sat Nam's I went to bed still wondering what hair and weight had to do with each other. Still don't know. Why if I was a Swami was I having such a hard time now? Shouldn't that all have been worked out? What was I doing in this marriage? How could I serve better? God one well placed word, a look or the tongue that you always stuck out at me like a bratty kid could propel a melt down, a smile, a life time of wondering and for sure transformation. Love allows the open door to swing sometimes knocking me out sometimes knocking me in, always knocking . I answered the call.
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