Slowly he had brought his mind to focus; his eyes still moved about restlessly but his mind was held in check.
His breathing pattern stable, and going slower each time.
The Guru looked at his disciple, growing in strength.
His normally running list of questions, words and paradoxes seemed muffled and silent.
Guru smiled at his disciple.
He was always drawn to people, their problems and always wanted a stamp of his authority on a lot of things. He was thrilled with the intricacies of life, but the deeper he went the more pain he had to take.
In the last gasp of sanity he had chosen the path of the Guru.
The Guru lived in a small house, near the sea. And would bathe in the chaos of the sea everyday, yet he remained unruffled and happy.
He needed to know this secret.
The Guru asked him to sit down at a place and only wake up when all his thoughts were over and his mind was thoughtless.
He tried his best initially, but his legs began to ache.
As days went on his thoughts were of anger, betrayal, jealousy and desperation.
And he announced to his Guru that he was cured, and went back to life.
The Guru smiled. The steaming hot milk develops a layer of small boundary between itself and the world outside and it can break very fast.
And so his disciple had returned.
And he knew it would take time to accept the intricacies of life ; to be at peace with the silence of the mind,
To be attached to nothingness and breathe in the energy of the universe...
His mind was like the sea of milk and the devas and asuras were churning his mind for elixir of life...
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