"Who am I?” The question slipped out of my mouth, one early morning after our yoga practice. My master and I were sitting on top of a small hill overlooking a river. The sun had just risen over the horizon and the songs of the little birds were as musical as they could be. It was mid March in India and the climate was just right for an early morning outdoor practice of yoga and meditation. Down by the river, I noticed a cowherd herding his cattle to the water. The bells around their necks added to the music of the birds – and since we were at a height, all these visuals and the sounds were at a delightful distant.
I did not intend to disturb my master, as he sat still, totally immersed in the moment. Here’s a tip - In Indian tradition, a disciple never breaks the silence, when in the presence of the master. Even clearing of throats is frowned upon!!! There is an old Indian proverb – INTRUDING UPON A MASTER’S SILENCE IS LIKE WAKING A SLEEPING TIGER!!!! You never know what to expect. The tiger might stretch lazily, purring softly; or, he might ..you know what!!
I began aloud, “Who..”
“Stop right there.” His voice was sharp. Almost the same tone that he would use when he froze me in one of those ‘dreaded’ yoga poses.
“Service before philosophy”, he yelled back. There was no stopping him when someone needed help. I knew I would lose him for the rest of the day, if I did not catch up.
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