I was doing some filming the other day in Randwick Woods in the last flowering blue bells of this spring. I took my golden ring off and put it in my bag. My golden ring was bought in 2003 after I became a devotee of Adi Da Samraj and very valuable in all possible ways. It was a symbol for my deep love and commitment to Adi Da Samraj, it always felt like a chosen ‘marriage’ to the Divine.
This day I lost the ring, I had put it into the same pocket as my car keys, and must have accidentally pulled it out with the keys without noticing when I got back to my car with the equipment… for some reason I had a feeling for a while that I wasn’t meant to wear it anymore… but the message hadn’t quite sunk in yet.
So when I couldn’t find it when I got home, I felt I was meant to lose it. I looked for it but couldn’t find it. I was mainly sad because I wanted to pass this significant and very personal piece of jewelry onto my son when I died and I have often spoken to him about that.
My idea was when I physically died… but in some ways I have been through a process of dying…including the dying of the identification with the relationship to my Spiritual Master as ‘an other’ to relate to in Love. I can not see any separation anymore… now there is only Love, only One.
I sung a song “please dear ring find your way back to my son, find your way back to my son as you belong to him, you belong to him…”
On a practical level I put a sign up by the parking space at the woods with my phone number.
The next day I was ecstatic.
I created this image called “Happiness Is” and wrote the following poem:
the ring of
has no shape
I am home right there, right here, right everywhere, and nowhere too
the ring of gold
was only on loan
for as long as the form of a dearest Beloved was needed
to pull away the clouds of apparent I from the infinite mystery of being
the beyond in all has come to take this body
the beyond in all has come to be what is
the unknowable is here, is me, meets itself again
in the subtlest hello of a meeting that never happened in time and space
the fingers bare
not adorned by any shape of gold anymore
no knowledge to where the gold is lost
just the knowledge it hasn’t been taken from anyone, as there is no-one
I owed my Beloved everything
He has always already owned me.
I offered Him everything
and He has taken
I am swallowed
widely and wildly alive
into timeless, nameless unknowable reality
The following day after writing this poem I received a text message:
I have found a ring… please call this number. It was that very golden ring…
and guess what… new video to follow…xxx