Rumi speaks of a field beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
Babaji speaks of hallelujah land.
These sacred places are beyond words, beyond names.
They are the same. They are one.
They are universal, timeless. And, in Satsang, we are blessed to go there. In the energy of the awakened one, when the heart is open, they become an experience. A remembering.
Whatever is happening on the outside, this space is always available.
The space of the heart, beyond the stars.
In the midst of a global pandemic, we could sit with our Master.
In truth, in silence.
As this miraculous retreat comes to an end, we leave with this knowledge – this certainty – that beyond the beyond, there is hallelujah land. And we can meet there.
Gate, Gate, Paragate, Parasamgate, Bodhi Swaha!
