“You need to learn to sit still,” he said. That bit of advice didn’t surprise me. I was the typical type A; my ambition outweighed my sense half the time. My travel partner laughed when I sent her the multipage excel sheet I had done about our upcoming travels to India. I learned quickly that you can’t make plans in India. India makes plans for you. Despite that, I was still overly ambitious – in fact, I had already booked my flight to Delhi then a train to Varanasi to leave the ashram after only one week when I was supposed to stay for three weeks out of restlessness and my drive to see the whole country in three months just because I could.
“Your biggest challenge in this lifetime will be surrendering to God. You’re a good person, yet your doubts about God persist. It is better to be bad and love your master than be good and harbor doubts.” The Vedic astrologer’s words cut me like a hot knife through butter. Here I was in India, the land of many Gods, at an awakened teacher’s ashram and yet I was doubtful. I would walk around incredulous and skeptical convinced I was open to everything simply because I had chosen to fly all the way to a foreign land, practice some meditation and stay with an Indian guru. As if that’s enough to find God.
“Ask Amma to help you open your heart;” the Vedic astrologer’s parting words to me sent me rushing to the store and picking out a beautiful red and gold sari to present to Amma (in typical type A fashion). As I kneeled at her feet I prayed for her blessings on my journey. I asked for surrender.
“How do you surrender to God?” Nick* looked at me in that penetrating way he’d stared at me for the past couple of days. “You don’t. The whole notion of surrender itself implies not doing anything. You’re already surrendered.” I sipped on my tea letting his words sink in.
Nick and I had been spending a lot of time together in Rishikesh, the epicenter of yoga in India. The whole town was picturesque in its immense beauty and peacefulness. Situated along the Ganges River, the mother river to so many, and at the foothills of the Himalayas, Rishikesh emanates a sense of ethereal tranquility. The vibration of “Om” is the omnipresent soundtrack to every scene. It’s no surprise then, the ease in which I fell in love.
On New Year’s Eve I met Prem Baba, an awakened guru from Brazil. His ashram was full of music and I was so pleased to hear the familiar sounds of acoustic guitars and singing in Portuguese. It reminded me of home, that is, music, the heart of Latin America, which beats its Latin rhythm through the hands of my South American brothers here in India, of all places. It was 2014 and Nick put a yellow flower in my hair. He hugged me so hard it took my breath away.
In the mornings Prem Baba would have his satsang, where he would answer questions of those present, about God, purpose and relationships. There would be prayer and praise through music, both in Sanskrit and Portuguese and the joy of just being present permeated the space. Nick and I felt so privileged to be in Rishikesh while such an amazing teacher was present.
I had never met anyone like Nick before. We had met at the rooftop of the guesthouse we both stayed at in Varanasi, the city of burning bodies. He was an Australian intellectual with this joyful boyish quality to him. Nick saw the world so differently than I did, he opened my eyes to things and through his own example and my own readiness to experience I learned to be. I learned the immense power of presence in each moment; that “now” is the only thing that exists in a continuous way through an interaction with someone else. It was something I was well-equipped to experience after my Vipassana meditation and after my heart burst open in the presence of two teachers, Amma and Prem Baba. I was ready and Nick was there.
He was a horrible singer yet he couldn’t stop singing. I even started to like it after a while. He was tall and muscular yet insisted on being the little spoon. He was sharp and articulate yet condemned words because they would never suffice in articulating everything. With him, I found a rhythm in his breath and mine and we began to dance. Before I knew it, it was as though Nick and I had known each other forever. We began to feel like a pair. Writing this I realize he was right, words cannot suffice all that transpired between us.
Even so, we both had plans. The day he was set to go live in his ashram we had gone to yoga together then to Prem Baba’s satsang. Afterwards, we walked down to the river where Nick sat on a rock then turned to face me. “I have to tell you something.” My heart fell. This can’t be good, it never is when someone looks at you that way and says those words. My poker face on, I took a deep breath and braced myself with pursed lips. “There hasn’t been the right moment to tell you. I’ve wanted to, yet I haven’t wanted to. I have a girlfriend back home.” He finally stammered out. “It’s not me, this particular mind/body has a girlfriend and I didn’t tell you because I knew it would have changed how we acted and our ability to be present. Look at what a beautiful dream we’ve created together these past few days…”
I understood and felt compassion despite my anger. Once I was through with my barrage of questions and lectures it was I who sang to him, surprising us both.
I love you this hour
This hour today
And heaven will smell like the airport
But I may never get there to prove it
So let’s not waste our time thinking how that ain’t fair…
I loved him in that moment, in that place, without obligation, without commitment; all of those hindrances to pure love that makes it so impure, so conditional. I loved him without expectation, the way God loves us despite our own reservations or issues. When I looked at him I saw a mirror and in that mirror I saw God.
To be continued…
*Names have been changed.