"Have you met Amma?" he asked.
Suddenly an anxiety gripped me. I tried to keep my face calm. He was a keen observer and he might catch the emotions that flit through.
Why was I anxious? I am in touch with dead people like Ramakrishna, Ramana, Krishnamurthi. Is it because she is alive that I fear the touch?
Or is it because she is a woman? While I so very comfortable with Aurobindo, I am not, as much, with the Mother - though she speaks with such clarity and simplicity.
A kind of macho attitude?
I meditated on my ambivalence while I was returning to the guest house.
Is that my strength and weakness too? I wondered.
"I have met many people," my sarathi continued. "Older they get, the more stuck to the past they become. But I have seen one old man who lives in future. Kalam. He always seemed to me to be concerned with future."
Time present. Time past. Women may come and go, Michelangelo remains.
I reached the hospital guest house where we were staying
So very different from the hospital that I visited in Pune. I am comforted as if I were in Ramanashram or Aurobindo Ashram. I don't see suffering, though all around, there are patients, relatives...
People from different parts of the world come, find relief and go. Perhaps all hospitals should provide prayer halls and places for worship?
I wonder.
Suddenly an anxiety gripped me. I tried to keep my face calm. He was a keen observer and he might catch the emotions that flit through.
Why was I anxious? I am in touch with dead people like Ramakrishna, Ramana, Krishnamurthi. Is it because she is alive that I fear the touch?
Or is it because she is a woman? While I so very comfortable with Aurobindo, I am not, as much, with the Mother - though she speaks with such clarity and simplicity.
A kind of macho attitude?
I meditated on my ambivalence while I was returning to the guest house.
* * *
"Sir, I live in the past", said my sarathi. "I don't know whether it is a strength or a weakness. But I like old songs, old films. I live in the past."Is that my strength and weakness too? I wondered.
"I have met many people," my sarathi continued. "Older they get, the more stuck to the past they become. But I have seen one old man who lives in future. Kalam. He always seemed to me to be concerned with future."
Time present. Time past. Women may come and go, Michelangelo remains.
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I reached the hospital guest house where we were staying
So very different from the hospital that I visited in Pune. I am comforted as if I were in Ramanashram or Aurobindo Ashram. I don't see suffering, though all around, there are patients, relatives...
People from different parts of the world come, find relief and go. Perhaps all hospitals should provide prayer halls and places for worship?
I wonder.
