Om Ganesha Namaste my Mahavayu, All the time you spent running to meetings, absorbing, learning, teaching, giving is the essence of who you are this moment. I have done Puja for your life to be long and full and with the time that you always wanted. It is all in the breath. The breath rules time. We live in our blessed Kashi. Time does not rule here. Time does not even live here. In Kashi, Shiva reigns. Even death has no kingdom here.
If you learn to follow the breath and master the moment then the fool you are for God and the fool I am for God shall merge in the timeless state. Mother and Son. Son and Mother. At this age on your path. It is the timelessness which you appreciate in Darshan that keeps you young and healthy. Take the time to just sit and watch your breath on your bench by the Ganga.
I can see you when you do this from my porch and then your Ma merges with you. The Ganga is the best place to watch no time. One only has to remember the dead to enjoy the timeless place. My prayer for you this morning is that we have many moments of merging together. My prayer is that you put all behind you and live in this moment. And this moment is only for fools like us. God’s fools. I never forget when I asked you what you wanted and you simply said: Why to be God’s Fool of course: The way you said it, I, your Ma could not refuse. Teach my children all that you have sacrificed to learn. Teach my children all you have taught in the moment of time, now that you are entering the timelessness of the Mother. I love you my MahaVayu and you are doing just fine basking in that love as I am in yours. Love, God’s Other Fool. Ma Jai Kali Ma Ki Jai
Marvin Sussman wrote:
Dear Spiritual Teacher, Today I would like to discuss TIME and to hear your ideas about time.
Today we live in an compartmentalized world dominated by time. Everything we do is set by time; we live and die by time. We live for the moment as you teach us a moment which may be a second, a minute, an hour or a day. The world has its roots in time. We have become a culture of clock watchers.
In my more active days as an academician, I attended many, many meetings. In a fustrating and still moment, I wrote the following poem:
“Meetings, meetings, give me the time. I cannot live without a given time. My life is built around time. I am smothered by meetings and meeting times. Time for this and time for that, never time for self, or to give to others. Consumed by time, deluded by time, mesmerized by time, little time for body functions and mental per-ablutions, dream time, sleepy time, meditation time. Time to live and time to fly. Time to think, time to sprout and time to die.”
What are some of the solutions to the overwhelming control of time on every breath and movement and action we may take? I thought of a few, and you the wise one, could add to this list. One can retreat to a monestary or a n-unary and have large blocks of unpolluted time. Go hug a tree and have a conversation with it and unhinge when the heart tells you to do so. Walk in the woods, caring only for nature, going where ever the soul beckons and return to the world after you have fully experienced bliss.
Another is to sit by the Ganga, surrounded by the silence which says that you are in a timeless state.
I would be joyed if you could add to this list, but before you do, please tell us what time means to you and what time should mean to us.
Namaste, god’s fool.
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