The master goes about his business
With perfect equanimity.
He is happy when he sits,
Happy when he talks and eats,
Happy coming and going.
Because he knows his own nature,
He does what he has to without feeling ruffled
Like ordinary people.
Smooth and shining
Like the surface of a vast lake.
His sorrows are at an end.
-Ashtavakra Gita 18:59-60
-Peace to all beings-
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Posted by They call him James Ure at 9:52 AM