The spiritual master had a palpable presence;
it lit you up like a light bulb.
The bliss, the peace, beyond what you
would have or could have imagined.
And you knew you were in the presence of
something akin to a force field
that emanated powerfully wherever the
spiritual master was.
And when he died, the palpable presence
emanated all over his burial site grounds
as if his profound essence had never died.
Bob Boyd