Karuno from Ireland


Deva Karuno left his body on 17th December 2011

We hear from Neeraj that his beloved brother, Deva Karuno, has left his body on Friday 17th December, just before 1am.

Neeraj sent us this poem by Henry Scott-Holland, Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral (1847-1918):

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other that we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way you always used, put no difference into your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed, at the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me!

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity

Why should I be out of mind? Because I am out of sight?

I am not far away, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.

You will find my heart, and the purified tenderness.

Dry your tears and do not cry. Do everything we could not do together because of the long illness.

Work, rest, travel, dance, laugh, love and celebrate life in all its dimensions: your smile is my peacefulness.


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Ah Karuno! What a business! All that health food couldn’t keep you healthy when the soul knew it wanted to go. We laughed, we cried, we loved, we fought… funny years as housemates in Riverside, Koregaon Park, and then the trips in your home on wheels through London, scouring the markets for new items to make business from. Not to mention the concoctions you blended for me when I was ill and all the little mysterious food packets and magic formulas you served me… And the laughter and playfulness at every seasonal visit… Thank you for those wonderful times. Be on your way, Karuno Beloved, with joy, dear friend…

Karuno, you rascal, you slipped away in the night and I hadn’t seen you since those wild days in your Los Angeles phase. How well I remember that rippling laughter, the mischief in those Irish eyes, the loving energy field that surrounded you. I just came across some old photos of a meditation camp that Liberty and I put on in Topanga Canyon. There you are, standing tall and silent, deep inside, the New Man in America. Farewell, old friend, and safe journey to the other side.

Karuno, didn’t manage to say this when you were in your old body, didn’t manage to say much to you at all, but you are such a lightning strike of light and love that will illuminate my soul forever. Love,

A brave soul and a rascal, for me you embodied Osho’s rebellious spirit. I met you at your last phase in life when you encountered your imminent death sentence by colon cancer with utter courage and calmness. A brave man you were, an Irish man: life and death where just the same for you, enjoying the trip here or there. Thank you, Karuno, for your gift and for showing me the way how one can go. Dear brother, beloved friend, you are deep in my heart where ever I am. May you rest in peace where ever you are.

Bye beloved fellow traveler… forever in loving memory…

I was in a local African restaurant when I found out that my dear friend Karuno had died and started crying right there. Ah – to be so out-of-touch. I met him when he was running his (orgasmic!) organic restaurant in London, and best friends since then … and wish him such a great journey….

Dearest Karuno Ji, I just typed your name into my Facebook search engine to see if you were anywhere to be found, wondering how you were – and suddenly your name flashed up and, after a minute’s wait or two, for the page to load, I have just found out that you left us. Dearest, sweet Karuno! What a beautiful and lovely friend and brother you’ve been to me since we first met in your Wholefood shop many moons ago. I always remember your simplicity, your joy, your smile, your twinkling eyes, your naughty smile and lilting Kerry accent, the way you simply called others: ‘love’ – so lacking in artifice. My heart aches to hear this news, I always loved to hear you were in London, that I can never share your company again in this life cuts me…. I really miss you brother, but I know you are totally fine now. You have only changed your old and worn outer garments for new, fresh ones. I wish you well love… farewell dear Karuno Ji… many blessings to you from where I am now in your beloved Goa, India – Hare Krishna, with hugs forever and always X

Karuno, my love, I carry you with me into the world, into the smell of rain & the words that dance between people & for me, it will always be this way, walking in the light, remembering being alive together.

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