A recent dream: I am at a school or university of sorts. I exit class and walk outside. There I find Papaji sitting in a chair, like the chair he used to sit in while giving satsang. I run up to him and put my head in his lap. I am laughing and crying. He is giving me a teaching but I can't remember much of what he says. As if he knows I won't remember the words he gives me a mirror. In the mirror is Papaji's face. Then the expression on Papaji's face changes. This happens several times. One expression is happy and blissful, one is solemn, one is indifferent. The mirror remains the same. Then, in the last image on the mirror, Nothing, only emptiness. I wake up after seeing the emptiness of the last mirror. The poetry is not lost on me, but clearly I am still lost in "it". After waking I feel immense love and peace. But I am a bit upset, wishing I could have stayed longer with Papaji. There are times of deep nothingness in the night now. I awake briefly in the...