The buzzing flies are a nuisance, but he doesn't let them provoke him. Created creatures, too, he smiles, born to buzz, they know nought otherwise. Sitting on the log outside his shop, Dr. Krishna has a moments rest between patients. Yes, even in the world of health care, there are sometimes boring moments. Like his father always told him, cherish boring moments as gold, for these can be filled ... or emptied ... as the heart so chooses.
At this moment the good doctor watched all and nothing, simply observing the flow of life moving along the village main street. Sights and sounds, he practised letting nothing pull him or push him, neither liking nor disliking that which he saw, smell, heard or touched (that being his bottom on the crudely cut, upturned log that was his 'seat' now for so many years: though each year he received several nice chairs from thankful patients and generous friends; these he donated to the elderly people of the village who had trouble getting up off the dirt floors upon which they normally sat).
A rich man passed by with a mule loaded up with boxes and bags on the way to the next market. So much baggage, thought Dr. Krishna, why he even had two strong men in escort. The path to riches is bumpy, indeed, he noted. Fear and greed becomes your master. The more gained, the more to loose, his father once said, probably as he enjoyed a dull moment. He also said that wisdom could be perfected through ones actions in this life. A good moral life was a solid basis for growing, he said, but to be perfect, ah, then you had to go, sell what you have and give to the poor, then, freed from possession and greed, knowing no fear of loss nor fear of public opinion nor fear of the future, you put your faith in the treasure of heaven. Then not only would you know that treasure as wisdom and love, but you would live it and be a teacher to all.
Dr. Krishna smiles. The little clinic is not his own. Even the log he could do without. But letting all go? He was not a holy man, but it was tempting, namely that total commitment, that burning of all bridges and choosing for Love of God and Love of all in service of all. But before he could ruminate further, he noted several patients waiting quietly in the shade of the clinic wall next to him. Laughing, he jumps up, claps his hands and goes inside, thanking them for waiting and calling the first one to please come in.
At this moment the good doctor watched all and nothing, simply observing the flow of life moving along the village main street. Sights and sounds, he practised letting nothing pull him or push him, neither liking nor disliking that which he saw, smell, heard or touched (that being his bottom on the crudely cut, upturned log that was his 'seat' now for so many years: though each year he received several nice chairs from thankful patients and generous friends; these he donated to the elderly people of the village who had trouble getting up off the dirt floors upon which they normally sat).
A rich man passed by with a mule loaded up with boxes and bags on the way to the next market. So much baggage, thought Dr. Krishna, why he even had two strong men in escort. The path to riches is bumpy, indeed, he noted. Fear and greed becomes your master. The more gained, the more to loose, his father once said, probably as he enjoyed a dull moment. He also said that wisdom could be perfected through ones actions in this life. A good moral life was a solid basis for growing, he said, but to be perfect, ah, then you had to go, sell what you have and give to the poor, then, freed from possession and greed, knowing no fear of loss nor fear of public opinion nor fear of the future, you put your faith in the treasure of heaven. Then not only would you know that treasure as wisdom and love, but you would live it and be a teacher to all.
Dr. Krishna smiles. The little clinic is not his own. Even the log he could do without. But letting all go? He was not a holy man, but it was tempting, namely that total commitment, that burning of all bridges and choosing for Love of God and Love of all in service of all. But before he could ruminate further, he noted several patients waiting quietly in the shade of the clinic wall next to him. Laughing, he jumps up, claps his hands and goes inside, thanking them for waiting and calling the first one to please come in.
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