The Traveller

The Traveller wrote to us one day with faith, trust and lots of ideas in his mind. We greeted him and wrote back:

“Hari Om... Come to our house and be our guest.”

Then the day came when he arrived home.

Our brothers met him at the gate. Our family welcomed him at the reception with warm tea and a smile. He smiled back at us with hope and apprehension.

Then we all sat together in the dining area and shared food, thoughts and stories of our journeys. We experienced the joys and fears of those journeys again through the exchange of words, glances and smiles.

We were happy with the Traveller, for there was a greater possibility in him to break free, to become a channel of love and peace, and to become a warrior in the battle between right and wrong.

We shared our tradition, culture and life with him. We tried to show him the face of reality behind the veil of what we call truth. We pushed him beyond his boundaries and shared in his pain and doubts, those things he had hidden beneath the clear sky of his heart.

He also shared many tales during the time of his stay. But what we remembered most was born from the mixture of sweetness and bitterness in his days. He was pure, gentle and kind. Those tales were the dust and patience of the journey.

Then one day, the Traveller left us.

Until today, we have never felt that a guest had departed. Rather, one of our own is still out there in the play of the world and has simply not yet come home.

Hari Om Tat Sat.