My last post was about Michael Larimore. I didn’t include his name because I didn’t feel it was the right time, as he struggled with the cancer that killed him. He has passed away and I find I have both too much and no more to say. I will miss Mike greatly, in my practice and in our dojo and more as one of the people who have made my life a brighter and more interesting place. I wish his family and friends good memories, joy in knowing him, and ease in the sorrow.

While the section of Lord of Light I referenced reminded me of him, and how teachers and students’ roles are often wonderfully complex, there is also a passage at the end of the book that may be fitting. I’ll leave you and my grief there.

But look around you…

Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.