My last evening with Rinpoche, on April 19th 2014 in Natural Bridge, Virginia, saw the sky explode in pink, red and orange, as dusk settled in. It was a special evening to say the least, to witness this colorful phenomenon alongside the great master himself.
Even though I am overwhelmed with sadness now, I try to contain my emotions by remembering that special evening, gazing at the horizon with Rinpoche, knowing very well that the sun shall rise again, and again, to shed light onto our paths.
Om Ami Dewa Hri. Om Ami Dewa Hri. Om Ami Dewa Hri. Om Ami Dewa Hri.
