Friday, May 1, 2009

Live in a fuss.

Live in a fuss.

You probably have heard stories of the masters, who live in continuous meditation. Each of the word, every gesture, every day, lived like a slow but irreversible during the great river. They веет wisdom, love and light.

They will not fall out of the hands, they do not speak superfluous words that do not are late, they do not run, do not twitch, do not peresprashivayut. They live in wealth, without the hard work of their lives - their work, their service - their wisdom, and she claimed the people!

Next to that person himself suddenly stop worry about the huge number of small, but outstanding issues. Everything seems simple, understandable and clear. Ahead of eternity, and you can feel confident in the fairness of the universe: if you do everything correctly, since I have nothing bad will happen, all the problems reshu, goals achieved and will live happily ever after.

While here it is happiness. Right now, when I sit next to this man, and slowly drink tea. There is no tension, silence does not seem onerous or awkward, silence itself is a conversation.

Perhaps the master thinks about me, or maybe about something else - it does not matter. And I think of her. And do not even think that a survey with a bird's-eye view their lives, their situation, their future. All you can see! And why I could not stop myself, relax and enjoy the calmness of mind, body and soul?

- Thank you, master.

And if you saw these people in life? Maybe someone, and was lucky, but billions of people around do not fit under this image. On the contrary, the lives of most people, like a perpetual race. Who is running in a circle, who casually, who in all directions at once

Vanity. It is obvious to you. You occasionally feel her whole body, with all thy soul, to understand it. But very rarely stops. All too rare.