"Good morning, sir. How is your spirit and energy? How is your health?"
Dr. Krishna always smiles when he gets a visit from the holy man from the mountain. The wiry little fellow came down to the village once a year to revere the holy men who have come before him and to tend their shrines at the village's holy sites. Then after ten days, he would climb back up into the misty forests for another year. The honourable wise one never did mention why he stopped at the good doctor's clinic each year, but he gratefully accepted the tea and cake with noble politeness and gratitude.
While sitting in the early morning sunshine, they enjoy silence, sipping the tea, nibbling the sweet cake. When finished, the near naked hermit of the forest stretches his legs, claps his hands several times around his torso, yawns fiercely and cracks his neck, left then right. Then he clears his throat, preparing it for use, as though it is rarely used for speech.
"While there is jealousy and rivalry among these people, they are of the flesh, and walking according to the manner of men. For them, the food of wisdom i prepare to share with them is easy, sweet like this cake, comforting food, essential food."
"Not medical jargon, rather layman's words. Yes, i know what you men, my friend," answers Dr. Krishna.
"They have developed bad habits, blindly following their lusts, passions, fears and aversions. They know not to escape a burning house, so distracted are they," he smiles with warmth for the passersby, as if he was their grandfather, "Words that are alien and thoughts that confound the mind will not motivate them to flee the house before the roof comes down; i do the best i can in the time i have to show them to safety".
Dr. Krishna nods. He feels the same. He knows they all must be saved, but one can only lead the way for another, point the way, walk the way as a good example, and some day, in some glorious future time, all men shall be together again, as it was in the beginning, is now and for ever.
They finish their break and both men stand. They press palms, bow and wish the other peace. As he picks up his walking stick and stands gazing up the narrow side road leading out of the village and back up the mountain, he laughs gently. "Remember, young man, you never travel alone in this world, because God is with us, of us, in us, before and behind us: know this truth with diligence and joyful awareness and the walking is easy. Life is easy."
Dr. Krishna always smiles when he gets a visit from the holy man from the mountain. The wiry little fellow came down to the village once a year to revere the holy men who have come before him and to tend their shrines at the village's holy sites. Then after ten days, he would climb back up into the misty forests for another year. The honourable wise one never did mention why he stopped at the good doctor's clinic each year, but he gratefully accepted the tea and cake with noble politeness and gratitude.
While sitting in the early morning sunshine, they enjoy silence, sipping the tea, nibbling the sweet cake. When finished, the near naked hermit of the forest stretches his legs, claps his hands several times around his torso, yawns fiercely and cracks his neck, left then right. Then he clears his throat, preparing it for use, as though it is rarely used for speech.
"While there is jealousy and rivalry among these people, they are of the flesh, and walking according to the manner of men. For them, the food of wisdom i prepare to share with them is easy, sweet like this cake, comforting food, essential food."
"Not medical jargon, rather layman's words. Yes, i know what you men, my friend," answers Dr. Krishna.
"They have developed bad habits, blindly following their lusts, passions, fears and aversions. They know not to escape a burning house, so distracted are they," he smiles with warmth for the passersby, as if he was their grandfather, "Words that are alien and thoughts that confound the mind will not motivate them to flee the house before the roof comes down; i do the best i can in the time i have to show them to safety".
Dr. Krishna nods. He feels the same. He knows they all must be saved, but one can only lead the way for another, point the way, walk the way as a good example, and some day, in some glorious future time, all men shall be together again, as it was in the beginning, is now and for ever.
They finish their break and both men stand. They press palms, bow and wish the other peace. As he picks up his walking stick and stands gazing up the narrow side road leading out of the village and back up the mountain, he laughs gently. "Remember, young man, you never travel alone in this world, because God is with us, of us, in us, before and behind us: know this truth with diligence and joyful awareness and the walking is easy. Life is easy."
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