When my son, Ram Das, was four he got an orange and blue plastic Fisher-Price camera. This was around 1995. It was interesting to see what he chose to photograph…the dog’s tail, a finger, his shoe. And equally interesting was how they turned out– kind of wacky, and somehow kind of artsy too. People smiled into the camera for him. They couldn’t help it. A young child with a camera? The combination of innocence and seriousness is both darling and disarming.
One day we were at a banquet where our spiritual teacher, Yogi Bhajan, was giving a talk. Yogi Bhajan was surrounded by twenty or thirty students and staff at one of the hundreds of round tables covered with white tablecloths.
As Ram Das and I walked past him, Ram Das held his camera. He indicated that he wanted to take a photo of Yogi Bhajan. People at the table and those nearby were amused at how cute the whole thing was.
Not so Yogi Bhajan. He turned toward Ram Das and gave him a gaze that didn’t even see the cute. That gaze penetrated to the Soul.
See for yourself: