The Lazy Yogi

Last evening I wrote my guru an email, as I sometimes do. The words and guidance of a self-realized being not only help the mind but have a transformative effect on those who are receptive in Silence. My questions were with regard to my meditation practice and devotion to the guru. 

That night, for the first time since being in India almost three years ago, I dreamed of my guru.

I was sitting amid a throng of people in a meditation hall, it could have been a yoga studio fitted for the event. My guru sat on a low platform and those of us gathered were seated comfortably on floor cushions around him. Many were asking him questions and my guru was responding in an uncharacteristically animated manner.

Next to me sat my ex-girlfriend. She had never had an interest in spirituality when we were together and this was no exception. She was only there because she felt it was important to me and in this dream we were together again. However, while I silently drank in my guru’s Grace, she began restlessly texting on her phone. 

Eventually she grew irritated and told me to go sort out our dinner reservations. So I left her and my guru and ventured out into the city. After sorting out the plans, I hailed a strange cab. It was almost like a golf cart and it was driven by two jovial rastas. In the back seat was a beautiful altar packed with crystals, figurines, and portraits. 

After one sudden turn, the altar banged and jolted. I instinctively raised a hand to bless the altar. I joked with one of the rastas that it was bad luck to upset an altar and he laughed in congenial agreement. 

I didn’t have a proper address to return to my guru’s event and I had them drop me off somewhere. I paid them $15. When I went inside, it was a strange kind of country club. I kept trying to find my way to my guru but children kept attacking me and biting me. I started tossing them away and punting the ones that were biting my feet (hah!). 

A moment arose in which I felt irritation that I was being kept from my guru. And then I remembered my guru’s words that the guru is always in the heart, not just the temporary physical body. 

Upon remembering that, I awoke in my bed. It was a few moments before I realized how laden with meaning and divine blessings the dream had been.

Lesson learned. 

Namaste :)