The day my daughter left her earthly body for her next assignment…
This is the day in saints’ lives we celebrate as their birth day—the day they were birthed into their next realm, their next holding, their next play.
I feel that with my beloved daughter, who I got to know as Pritham Bhagauti Kaur Khalsa. Yet she was so much before that identity and is so much more after that identity.
Deep Blessings to all I have gained in knowing her. Greatful to be with her still
My poem to that dance. I wanted this poem to be laggy—not all cleaned up and proper, for life is not like that.
To You Dear One
To the blessings that I received as you called to me
Greatful I was smart enough to respond in the vast affirmative
to your encompassing evite
Hail to the fabulously wild being that emerged from me
black soft down like mohawk first
Huge bright eyes that saw deeply into everything
Your soft, kind, innocently childlike hands were bliss to touch,
and be touched by, healing
They healed many right till you said
goodbye.
Oh, I could go on talking of all the clashes and trials we had in trying to separate out from each other
Or the sweet determination of you, who, first sentence of “I do it myself.” was your guidepost in life.
Yet your first word, Ad Such, the code of unconditional love, was your true driver
You loved the cold danced with unzipped jacket through the bleak frozen Toronto winters
I could go on and on but at some point, you have to stop, just smile into the enteral light of the youness that is.
I smile because you sit in the corners of my mouth and heart and whisper
Just dance, no matter what, just dance.
So, I ask you what is helping you dance today?
All love and blessings to you. Wahe Wahe Wahe Guru,
Gurutej