A perfect saint

 The least a drop of water in the sea can know is solely about itself. The most it can know and feel is about the entire sea. There is a potential for the infinite coded in the finite. The drop may feel it has boundaries just like you, me and all of us feel we have the boundaries of this body separating the self from others. This feeling is bred by knowing, the thought, the intellect, the ever calculating and segregating mind. Maybe this creation is helpless in knowing and feeling distinct identities at different points across its infinite spread. Maybe that's how it can exist. A pulse of uniqueness throbbing at each and every point. And universality merely a sum total of all that it contains. A drop is a drop but it's the sea as well at the same time. Our hand is a hand but the body as well simultaneously. An individual soul is a soul but the cosmic soul as well. 

Now the question arises why do we put so much emphasis on merging the individual identity with the universal one. Does a stone feel the same urge? Or a tree? Or even the animals? Why do humans have to be so crazy about merging their individual identities with an overall singular self? The reason is obviously we aren't comfortable with being what we are. Why do we run out of a house? Do we run out even if it is all cosy, safe and comfortable? Mostly we run out when it's on fire. Most of us are houses on fire. Ane the fire is born of the fodder of an untamed mind that knows how to keep us busy with imaginary fears and insecurities. Most of us aren't running to embrace the divine entity for sheer love. We are simply running from our own burning house and interpret it as love for god. We are simply drowning seamen clutching at the straws to survive somehow. And religions, scriptures, gurus, ashrams, gods, deities are the coast guards running with their life boats and life jackets to salvage us out of the choppy waters. How many people actually drown in the sea necessiating a rescue operation? That's a miniscule prospect. Mostly it's the choppy waters in the minds and we run and shout and wear life belts of faith, scriptures, meditation, ashrams and what not. Of course that helps as a kind of emergency measure. But that's what it's, just an emergency measure lying outside you. How long you will keep bothering the poor guys for rescue? They also need rest for their salvation. Aren't we stalling their liberation by keeping them anchored to the emergency rescue operations? 

Mind your own storms in the minds dear brothers and sisters. It's primarily about mental strength. And meditation and other systematic tools definitely help us. But they remain the poor old tools till we realise that ultimately i have to be comfortable with what I am. There is no standard for change, no brand image of holiness apart from a living being feeling comfortable in its skin like a tree does in a forest. There is no end to scriptures. Words are words. Infinite number of words have been added in the series, including mine as I do so now, but the same questions remain from the times when the words were written on palm leaves to the modern digital books. Have the questions been solved? No. And with artificial intelligence on the scene now we can produce so many words as to load entire moon with manuscripts. And even then the questions and quests will remain the same. Yes these help us in feeling busy. 

The most restful and eased up person i have come across in my life is Rashe Ram. People view him as a simpleton only because he doesn't suffer from the disease of untamed mind and its overthinking. He does what most of us do. He eats, he works to earn a decent living, he goes for a dump, has sufficient lust to pacify the hunger of three or four peasant women, he speaks as much as it's required to carry him through the day, he can lift weights, can work like a bull in the fields, knows the value of smile as he does whenever i come across him, knows the value of love, gratitude and respect. I treat him well and he is the most welcoming person i have ever met. He knows the value of money but isn't greedy. All he needs it to be just sufficient for his ration, beedies, booze, and just a little bit to buy small gifts for his girlfriends from the poor community. He knows the significance of conscent in a physical relationship. He told me categorically that his main principle in taking a tumble with a woman is that she has to propose it first, after that it's his duty to make her happy. And a few of them are very happy indeed given his male buffalo type libido. He has a few pairs of soiled clothes. He is just happy to cover his handsome African tribal kind of huge body. And each day he goes into a deep samadhi at night. He sleeps like a log,  a perfect dreamless sleep. I once asked him about dreams and the way he looked at me gave me sufficient clues to the fact that he doesn't have much knowledge in the domain. So isn't it a samadhi every night? Honesty is ingrained in each ounce of his cell. Leave him at the work site and come in the evening to look at his work. It will be as good as if you had been standing there over his head to monitor. I once put an entire assortment of extra household provisions in front of him and he just took a dented aluminium cooking pot, saying his mother needs it. He didn't even look at the rest of the items. Just like a cute sparrow taking a beakful of grain and flying off leaving the rest for other claimants. He knows what it means to love unconditionally. I saw him saving a little puppy from a big dangerous dog. He got bitten in the effort. Isn’t it saintlines? A being at perfect ease with himself and free from the choppy waters of uncontrollable mind. Does he need gurus and scriptures? They may spoil him at the most. And i think the infinite must be very happy over this finite part of Him. So Rashe is someone whom i consider to be near perfect saintliness in my little experience on the path. He isn't caught in the choppy waters of the mind.