We extend a warm welcome to our Guru in residence - Guru Sam Hadi
Some of you may remember him from the good old days when the great Maharishi took those four young lads from Liverpool into his care to enlighten them and through their music, the world.
Guru Sam (as he cheerfully likes to be known) was serving chai at the time - that first fateful day at the ashram. He told me once that the moment the boys sat down at the feet of the great Maharishi, they became instant genii of that locus.
I asked Guru Sam whether he had maybe lost the plot a tad, as there are no locuses growing in that part of India.
He chaffed me saying that anything is possible under the sun.
Without wanting to appear rude I kept my thoughts to myself and wondered whether he had himself not had too much sun.
Oh, well that is our beloved Sam Hadi for you.
However he did leave this extraordinary sound snippet with me that I would like to share with you here below.
What do you make of it?
Guru Sam says that this was the first music that came out of the ashram, the day after the boys' visit:
A note on Guru Sam:
The ruminations of Guru Sam Hadi - a mighty oak in the forest of life - Sharing his thoughts, ideas and viewpoint he helps address the great questions that life poses and that many of us are either forced to ponder or tempted to resolve. It is hoped that this timeless wisdom and view from a sometime acerbic eye might encourage, amuse and interest the visiting pilgrim. Namaste
Walked along the shoreline this afternoon and kicked sand through my sandals.
It's great to feel the freedom between the toes on days like this.
The day was a perfect one - chill in the air, sea breeze blowing across the face and a blue sky that suggested infinity and beyond.
As the seagulls broke the rich blue depths with their errant flighted shapes, noisy prattling and incessant squabbling for the tidbits that a lucky one had found, I wondered in awe about that blue sky...
Where did it stop and what was it that created this depth of azure calm?
As the sun ran its race that had been today and began to robe itself in its magnificence to herald its departure, the blue surrendered to the golden glory that stole its depths. It surrendered its journey to the inevitable splendour of gilded wonder that spread across the ocean, demanding awe from all creatures that played even a miniscule role within these short bars of an eternal symphony that constantly continued to compose itself.
I was glad to be such an integral instrument within this wonder, and allowed its beauty to imprint itself on my being as if to say ...
Yes, I am part of this and not separate from it. I am this golden shower, I am the blue azure that yields, I am the orb of infinite light that orchestrates the changing tempo... I am the conductor conducting, the composer composing, ..... I am that.