One Guru Purnima, 1991, we were in Nova Scotia. The last night of the course, before he left for India, he danced in the mist by the edge of a meadow under the full moon, while we chanted and played drums. It was definitely where we had been thousands of years ago, in the garden of Vrindivan. His form kept dissolving into white mist, then reappearing. He was dancing on the edge of formlessness, and he was teaching us that it doesn't matter whether his form is with us or not. The Guru-tattva is always with you, dancing at the core of your heart.
A Guru Purinima Story
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