"Sometimes, life situations batter me", spoke an exasperated disciple. "It is like a cyclone passing through me"
The bearded man smiled.
"On the surface, the cyclone will batter you. On the Center, you are the cyclone"
Something about that statement made the disciple jump in his place.
"I don't understand" - the disciple's face was still blank.
The bearded man smiled again.
"Yes you did. I just saw"
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Love
It was the middle of a Satsang. The Master was speaking about Love. He asked the audience - "What feeling is normally associated with Love?"
Several hands went up, and as the microphone travelled to them, the answers echoed.
"Generousness"
"Happiness"
"Attraction"
"Helplessness"
On hearing the last answer, the Master looked intently at the man who spoke.
"Did you come up with that?"
The man shuffled in embarrassment.
"My.. my son told that" and pointed to his little boy standing next to him. The little boy was about six.
With folded hands, the Master spoke - "It gives me immense Joy to see that there is at least one person in the hall who has known intense Love"
Several hands went up, and as the microphone travelled to them, the answers echoed.
"Generousness"
"Happiness"
"Attraction"
"Helplessness"
On hearing the last answer, the Master looked intently at the man who spoke.
"Did you come up with that?"
The man shuffled in embarrassment.
"My.. my son told that" and pointed to his little boy standing next to him. The little boy was about six.
With folded hands, the Master spoke - "It gives me immense Joy to see that there is at least one person in the hall who has known intense Love"
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