Today Maharishi Mahesh Yogi was cremated by the confluence of the Ganges and Yamuna rivers in the north Indian city of Allahabad. There lies a man who loved flowers even more than I do.
My husband studied with Maharishi back in the day, and received calls from around the world with his passing. In some ways Maharishi was part of the best intentions of the ’60s, spreading the gospel that meditation could bring about world peace. That love is all there is.
A few years ago a friend brought up something I’ve been mulling ever since: whenever kids are dropped off for school or sports, they say “I love you”. When there are three or four kids and a few moms, there is a whole chorus of “I love you”s. We didn’t say “I love you” as a constant refrain to our parents, but our kids do. With the passing of Maharishi, it came to mind that he and the Beatles weren’t just part of a cultural revolution; they embodied a shift in consciousness, and perhaps that’s the root of the change in family dialogue. World peace has been elusive, but these days everybody says “I love you”, and that’s a start.
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