true teachers

The places we lease expect to find the truth. The eyes of a cow. I loved this excerpt from Mohanji’s recent post:

“Gurudeva asked me to observe cows and walked away. In the beginning, I saw only the bodies of cows. I saw only their activities. Every day, I did this one practice which Gurudeva had initiated me with. A few days later, I could recognize each and every cow that grazed in that field. Soon, I started seeing their character and the difference between them. I started noticing how they behaved. I saw their behavioral differences as well as their hierarchies and mannerisms.

They showed no hurry at any time.

They were peaceful always.

They ate only what they needed.

They were very patient.

They never complained or even made an unnecessary sound.

They accepted the surroundings and realities without any complaints.

They were tolerant.

They never complained of rain or sunshine.

They were consistent in what they did.

They never got bored with the environment.

I learned many things from them.

Concentration, Acceptance, Consistency, Commitment,

No anxiety or comparisons, No complaints, and more than anything stable mind, peaceful to the core.

I realized that samadhi states need these qualities. Samadhi itself is a stillness of mind. And these animals taught me that.

Day and night, I sat near that grazing ground and as these gentle beings wandered, I followed them. They became my gurus. I learned the great secrets of life from them.

Everything begins with acceptance. I understood why my Gurudeva always watched animals and sat in meditative state. He was witnessing the states of samadhi that nature displays through every plant, tree, leaves, and all beings of nature.

I also realized that they do not eat after sunset and will start eating only after sunrise.

They followed the sun. I also surrendered myself to the sun and the sun became my guru too.”

Excerpt from, Hotter Than The Raging Sun, Mohanji

Mohanji

“A thought wandered in my mind towards the binding factors of the modern man which accents his ignorance; especially the colonial hangover and the associated socio-moral baggage that the society puts on every citizen. The guilt built around our lives and the systems that govern our lives are part of the colonial hangover. Our life, lifestyle, behaviour patterns, thought process, concepts including our sexuality and its sundry expressions wear thick garbs of the acquired western garbage. A true saint never wears this garb. He is free from inside. His thought process is liberated. He is free. The society may never understand a true saint.”

This is from Mohanji’s blog, an excerpt I especially love

This man Mohanji is a divine human be-ing.

I’ve been reading his wisdom for years, and today it re-opened my mind.

Feeling especially free today after a Zip-line down the mountain with my step-grandson. Flying in the air like a bird, over tree-tops.

Then there was cleaning mom’s Depends shit in the family fun park public bathroom, which has a way of putting the absurdity of life back into perspective.

And while I’m waiting to see what the medical “experts” have to say about my lump of fibrous breast mass ….. I watch with amusement my crazy mind jump from “what if I do have cancer?” to “no, my purpose is no where near fulfilled, it’s just an obstacle to humble me” to “jeez, is the water PH here in Lackawaxen killing me?”

have to laugh

what could be better than this?