When His Holiness the Dalai Lama strode in, followed by several of his attendants and body guards, a transcendental wave of peace, joy, and love swept over my being. Everyone was silent. “Your Holiness!” I exploded with joy like a little girl. He came straight to me smiling, extending his hands. “I want to express my love and gratitude to you!” I exclaimed as I offered him the roses. He reached for my hand and placed it on his heart while with the other hand he took the roses and passed them to his attendant. Slowly, in silence, His Holiness put his forehead against mine, gazing into my eyes, and led me in a reverential and affectionate dance. Together we bowed down touching each other’s forehead. When we rose up, we gazed at each other again. In a profound union, a second time he put his forehead against mine, slowly we bowed down, lower this time, where our one thousand lotus petals chakra embraced. The entire process must have lasted several minutes, yet eons elapsed. Only emptiness existed, free from time, space and relativity. I bowed to touch his feet in the tradition of the yogic lineage of the great masters.
November 28, 2012 at the Grand Hyatt Regency in Mumbai, India prior World Compassion Day (WCD) event in an audience with His Holiness the Dalai Lama.
Timeless beauty is our very essence.
Where there is divine love, there is compassion in actions. This is my religion: loving compassion without boundaries to all living beings, transcending all religious creeds, dogmas, socio-economic and ethnic identifications.
Spirituality is not something you can teach. We all have it inside. Everyone can be a teacher. We can only awake your divinity.