What Is Important?
After re-reading Pilgrim Of Love, a beautiful story of my Guru’s Guru, I find myself thinking of what is important.
It made me sad with longing for the years I lived at Kripalu Yoga Ashram in Sumneytown, Pennsylvania. What a time that was. It was fresh and cleansing and truly a healing balm for my ego/personality. It lifted me out of my daily routine and filled me with ecstacy. Ecstacy, wow, I haven’t felt that in a while. Maybe a pale shadow of that time, but not as grand. And work had a whole different meaning because all was done in service to God.
I need a tune up.
Since I don’t have an ashram to go to I’m looking around my home and thinking, hmmm, I need to redo this place so that it feels holier, so that I can be reminded to see the delight of God in everything.
Bapuji, dear Grandfather teacher, help me see the light of love in all the ways you did, especially when you would call your pen, sister pen, or your watch, brother watch, or pranam to the holiness of the river. Simple, elegant love respecting God in all things, not just some.
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Do you choose ecstacy or self importance? When you were young at Amrit’s it was only when you were working from a egoless state that you felt the bliss of selfless service. When we set ourselves up as the teacher, then it is easy to forget the divine within everything and instead pick an choose thinking we are leading others down the right path by teaching them what we chose. This is one reason why Bapuji said the guru game isn’t a good game.
The only time I can feel the ecstacy is when we chant out here at Power of Love Temple and see others enjoying the chanting also…. then the ecstacy is more grounded so maybe it isn’t ecstacy but just a warm happy feeling that stays with me for weeks. Sometimes I get lost in the chanting so maybe it is some ecstacy. By the way, one of the people who came for gurupurnima said that they saw Bapuji standing in the Temple over by the table area – I didn’t but I did get a strong fragrant smell of roses in one location where there were no roses. I’m thinking maybe this was Amma’s calling card.
Leela, you always have such interesting opinions. And I thank you for your slant on my opinions. Jai