Mayapura, India
Selfless Love
There is this nice devotee, Sujan, who loves the soil,
water, plants and flowers. He spends
hours outdoors, weeding, watering, curing and caring for the greens and the
flowers. He loves his work.
Mayapura is a place of plants and flowers. It is not uncommon to receive flower garlands
each day from well-wishers, no less than six.
Of course, that may be so if you are a monk, expect one garland to wrap
around the neck and embrace the chest.
After one comes off, another one appears from some kind soul, perhaps
looking for some blessing. I hope all
people are treating each other with this selfless love. I don't know.
One thing is for sure, we are all spirit souls, not these
bodies, beyond any designation. We are
not man, woman or a member of the third sex.
We are servants of love, and that love can be perceived in all beings
and objects. In the plants, ants, pets
and wild creatures, and in the enemy and friend, there is something to embrace
or resist. Even in our own resistance
and defense of something, we achieve some lesson. Where a lesson is taught, love is
learned.
Our drama troup is doing well—full house each night,
standing ovation. I suppose people love
the main character—Bhishma. He was so
selfless in his service to others. He
became a sacrificial lamb, loved and respected.
Called a mahajana for his greatness. Bhisma was a shining example of what a saint
should be like.
May the Source be with you!
5 km
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