That Doesnt Mean Great

That Doesn't Mean Great I invited Master into my meditation. Master guided me in silence, 'Take a look into you. Are you in the present? Are you living 'here' and 'now'? Where is your body and where is your mind? Are you feeling the sensations in your body? Do you know where your body hurts? Do you know what thoughts are chasing your mind?' 'Yes, I am in the present. I listen to everything around me. My body and listening are grounded in the environment around me. Yes, I can feel the heart pounding, the breathing pause, I can hear the rumbling tummy and I can feel the carpet with my feet. I do feel the keyboards as I tap. I also hear the air-conditioner hum its tune. I can smell the night blooming indoor flowers and smell of the rain outside. The thumb hurts, does it? Is this the awareness you want to me in, Master?' I ask. 'Where do you feel these observations coming from?' asked the Master suddenly. 'Outside Master' I said. 'mmm...' said my Master and turned away with an enigmatic smile. I saw Him toss his hair, and like a bolt of lightning the thought hit me. I stood stunned, numbed and drenched in wisdom. I gazed into the honest eyes, which opened a window to my soul. I gazed into the eyes full of promise and the determination to transform the world and everything in its path. The body vibrated with awareness; the surge of energy swirled everything in its path into bliss. I entered the dimension of vibrations where all was energy. Nothing lived, nothing died. All was alive and all was dead. Everything was ephemeral, except the energy of love. That energy chose Master's body to reside in to spill and spread over the world. Neither the body nor the love was a miracle of the Universe. The Master is a gift, a treasure, and a gem so precious that millions of lives waited for a loving glance with a heavy heart over the eons. 'I am neither the doer nor the receiver' said Master. 'To whom am I then praying and talking? Isn't it you?' No, I am just a witness. So are you.' This was getting complicated, ‘What are we witnessing, Master?’ ‘The joy that radiates in us. That is all...all that bliss’ He said, enjoying a wicked laugh at my confusion and bewilderment, ‘doesn’t mean anything special.’ ‘Oh!’ I felt let down. ‘The bliss is the beginning, the first step. Until that bliss can dissolve your bones, flesh, hair, nails, and you are nothing but liquid and molten inside, it doesn’t mean great things...’ ‘And I should feel like this all the time?’ I inquired, seeing ahead. I saw a path that was perhaps best left un-trodden. ‘You know’ said my Master, as an aside, with a twinkle in his eyes, ‘all this doesn’t mean anything great.’ ‘Then what counts Master?’ I was pleading. ‘Being yourself. Accepting yourself. Loving yourself.’ I blinked. ‘What about devotion, love, affection, feelings...’ ‘nonsense, all fantasies your mind creates.’ But the smile was compassionate. ‘Is it being me, is it the little spark I find deep within; no form, just the energy’ His eyes were laughing, ‘You have got it, go with it’.