Thank you sis, that will be all.... That was my older sister. She is fifteen years old - please forgive her. Sorry you had to read all that - just imagine having to hear that all the time! No wonder I am interested in deep spiritual stuff.
OMG! My little brother is like soooo ... froggy! I mean he's like planet zitface! Like...
Again I apologize - she is fifteen. Only three older than me yet .... I often wonder where I went wrong with her
But I promise - no more interruptions.
So me, my sis-OMG!-ter and Didi, our really cool Naami aunt were on a hike. Didi stopped at this huge oak tree by the river and sat down. We sat down too.
My sister was about to say something (my guess is "OMG! The water is like totally amazingly wet!!") when Didi raised her finger to her lips and indicated "shhh".
Didi softly whispered, "Listen."
We listened - suddenly we heard stuff we had not noticed before. The wind embracing branches of trees - its breeze dancing in among the leaves. A nut breaking free and a soft plop as it landed in a mossy nest of tall grasses. The pattering of tiny scampering squirrel feet carrying the nut to its nest. A tirade of scolding chatter and a far-away sound of bird wings flapping to carry away the nut in its beak. The sound of water droplets carried along in a gurgling current caressing river rocks and softly stroking the finger like tendrils of lacy tree branches which stooping low reached out to touch each drop trickling by.
We discovered another world within our world - a world full of sound and sights which we had completely tuned out and ignored before.
My senses quickened, heightening my inner awareness. I felt a little more awake; a little more happy; a little more graceful; a little more pure than I had just a moment before
Didi told us a story:
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Bhai Sahib Veer Singh jee, a great Sikh spiritual writer, once went sight-seeing in Shimla. There he went to a certain place where there was a very deep and big lake. There were many fish in the lake and the people who ran that place had built a small pond adjoining the lake.
The pond served the owners and the tourists very well; the tourists would throw food into the pond and fish would come out of the lake, grab the food and rush back into their lake. This way the tourist would get to see some very exotic fish (and the owners would get to see some very exotic tourists).
Spiritual people like Bhai Sahib see small truths in everything. Bhai Sahib was greatly inspired by this and later wrote,
"Spiritual people are like the fish in the lake. They stay in their deep spiritual state at all times. But if there is need to come out to work, they come out and as soon as the work is done, rush back to their deep spiritual state."
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There was complete silence for a little while (except for the gentle sounds around us).
Didi smiled, "When we sit for meditation, our mind wanders. Our body might be reciting WaheGuru, but our mind is shopping online!
But as we progress spiritually, a day comes when the opposite happens - our body might be working or driving; or even talking; but our mind will be in deep meditation.
Longing to merge with the blissful WaheGuru, the mind is tuned to Waheguru in the way that...
a mother remembers her child while going about her chores
a child flying a kite chatters with friends but is always conscious of the string
a young girl in love giggles with her girlfriends extolling the virtues of her husband-to-be
a bride plans her wedding ...
the mind is ever merged in the blissful deep ocean of the One WaheGuru."
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