It is a direct result of reading Diana L. Eck that I find myself approaching this week long break and the fact that I will drop out of the Bombay marathon with peace and equanimity. What does it mean to drop out?
I ran this morning on the treadmill with a version of Suprabhatam that was just under ninety seconds. The actual devotional song is over twenty minutes. But here it was, these ninety seconds playing as a loop and it was quite a while later that I realised this.
I tried to focus on my breath, tried to focus on a spot in the garden, at the base of a tree. The circular mud shape, the kiyari, a loop of its own.
I cannot say whether this hour passed quicker or slower or whether that itself should matter in anyway.
Later, when I was training the young boy, it seemed fitting to ask (when he was impatient) that what if an hour was not called an hour as constructed by language? Defined in another manner would it matter to the impatient mind?
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