Got a note today that Bihari-Dada, a friend who hosted us on our walking pilgrimage, passed away. What a noble person he was. Here's a quote from an article Guri and I had written -- An 80 Year Old Hand
-- when we met him: "Just like that, it all flashes in front of you: I was holding a hand that has worked for decades to stand up for principle, a hand which has served humanity at the risk of its own livelihood, a hand that has touched the feet of dozens of legendary saints. His are hands that have held many a precious and sacred gifts from the universe; yes, but, his are also hands that have had the wisdom to let go of all of them so it can hold even greater truths. Dada lets go of my hand to walk peacefully into his home. I follow him inside. He is our host tonight. If Dada quizzed me again, 'What did you learn today?' I might respond: 'Don't ever be tight fisted; you never know what might fall right into your open palms.'"