Monday, August 24, 2015

Crossing the River

Once I visited a master who lived by a beautiful river, just where it emerged from the mountains and merged with the vast plains of India, it widened and became deeper and gentler. There was no bridge across this river so people took boats that ferried day and night the devotees from one side to the other. I was intrigued by this master since he never really preached anything, neither did he teach, all he did all day was laugh and smile and tell jokes. I liked him instantly as I too love to laugh and smile and tell jokes. I liked his abode as it was among the forests full of mischievous monkeys and colourful birds and I stayed with him for a week before I left for the high Himalaya. During my stay a wise man from far, full of knowledge and pride came to the master to proclaim his wisdom and veracity.

Master greeted the wise visitor and offered him something to eat and cracked jokes. The wise man ate his fill and then sat by the master who was surrounded by hundreds of local villagers and other visitors. He asked the master; you only tell jokes and stories, but do you have any real powers? Can you show us any miracle? To which the master replied: no my friend, I have no powers neither can I show any miracle. But I can tell you a joke and make you laugh, which is pretty much the same thing.

The wise man said: I meditated and practiced, abstaining my body from any human comforts for 30 years and now I can perform the miracle of walking on water.
The onlookers gasped in wonder and I too looked at this man with renewed interest. But the master looked on as always with a benign smile. ‘You don’t seem to be impressed,’ the man said, ‘do you want to see me cross the river?’

No my friend, I believe you that you can indeed walk on water but I am amused that to perform something so commonplace, which a poor ignorant boat man could have done for you for very little money, you wasted 30 years of your precious life in penance and abstinence. At the end of which you can only perform the miracle of walking on water just for your own self. Whereas the ignorant poor boatman not only can cross the river in his boat but he helps thousands cross the river too. I think you would be better off being a boatman.

The wise man stared at the master for long and then quietly got up and walked away. Now he is a boatman and helps thousands cross the river.  

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Struggle of Life

Why is life such a struggle? I asked
It isn't fundamentally. It's how we choose to live that makes it so. It's only a process.
Breathing air is not a struggle but if you dive deep inside the ocean then it will be and for that you can't blame the air
Is your life not a struggle?
I like to carry a lamp in the dark

Even I like that but what if the breeze extinguishes the lamp
What happened to the lamp within that no breeze can touch?

Lessons for the Old

‘What are the three most important lessons for the old?’
‘To let go of even what is his, to find happiness in his years, and to simply die.’
‘He will die anyway, why is that a lesson? Old can be better off by learning another lesson, isn’t it?’
‘It is often the most natural that is most difficult to accomplish.

‘Can a tiger in the wild ever eat grass even if it is starving to death?’ Master patted my back and walked away

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Happy Attitude

I do understand what happiness is but how do we achieve this attitude? Not all of us can follow abstract ideas like you. Tell me a method that one can practice to be happy

You want the easy one or the difficult one?

Easy one obviously...

From this moment on stop complaining and start thanking all the things that you have been complaining about

That's easier said than done

Does the world cease to exist if you shut your eyes?

Friday, August 14, 2015

Lessons for Adulthood

‘What are the three most important lessons for an adult?’

‘To grow what he needs, to learn from his deeds, and to share what is his.’

‘Is that all? He can continue with his childhood lessons too.’ I insisted

‘Of course he can but can a leaf that fell from the tree rejoin the branch anew from where it had fallen!’ Master shut his eyes and started chanting 

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Preparation for Love

Is there anything I can do to make someone love me? 

No more than you can do to make the stars shine.

Then what's the use of all the meditation and austerity you prescribe? 

So you can discover love within yourself and recognize in another when it shines for you.
Can you learn to swim without getting wet?  

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Three Masters

Once I was climbing a mountain and as I passed through the forest and streams, I came upon a beautiful purple flower with crimson stamen. I had never seen such a flower before and its perfect symmetry, flawless colours and fragrance made me pause. Why are you so beautiful little flower and so fragrant so captivating? I asked. I don’t know my friend, the flower replied, perhaps it is my nature to be so. What good is your beauty when there is no one to see you and appreciate or praise you? I asked. I don’t know my friend, the flower replied, perhaps it is not necessary to be seen or appreciated or praised to be your true nature. But you have seen and appreciated and praised me now so I am grateful my friend. Thank you for coming along, and I am sure you will carry me within your heart for the rest of your journey. I bowed to the flower as my first master and continued climbing.

Soon I found a magnificent lake, overflowing with the clearest spring water, gurgling and dancing without restrain. I drank from it and quenched my thirst. Why are you so majestic and soul sustaining? I asked the lake. I don’t know my friend, the lake replied, perhaps it is my nature to be so. But what purpose you serve when those you serve never knows you exist? I asked. I don’t know my friend, lake replied, perhaps serving one’s own true purpose is independent of recognition or appreciation. But you came along and drank my water and you recognized my nature and appreciated so I am grateful to you and I am sure you will carry me within your heart for the rest of your journey. I bowed to the lake as my second master and continued to climb.

I finally reached the top of the mountain caked in ice with the chilling wind cutting through my bones. I paid homage to my ultimate Master, the mountain. We were old friends and we had met before upon countless summits strewn around the globe. My restless mind was calm even though my heart galloped like a wild steed and I felt no more desire to seek or ask. My true nature was to climb and the purpose needed no explanation or affirmation. I didn’t care if no one knew I was here or never returned. I was exactly where I should be doing exactly what my nature dictates and for the purpose that I was born. There was no more need to explain, understand or affirm. All I needed to be was just be. I bowed to my third master and went down.