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| Ilustración: Swami (sergio) |
Me encuentro en el vestíbulo de un hotel; estoy rodeado de estudiantes. Han venido de lejos para dialogar conmigo sobre el libro Yoga Sutra, cuyo autor, Patanjali (siglo IV a.C.) recopila enseñanzas espirituales de la época relacionadas con el sendero del Samadhi o Conocimiento de Sí Mismo.
Mientras hablo con estas personas, alguien tira de mi brazo con insistencia. Es mi amigo Hatur.
-Profesor, tengo algo que decirle.
- ¿Qué…?- respondo con gesto divertido.
- El maestro quiere verlo, ya.
Sin pensarlo, me despido del público y sigo a Hatur hasta su viejo automóvil inglés.
“El maestro quiere verme”- pienso- “El maestro me llama. ¿Qué querrá?”
Durante el recorrido de tres horas, apenas cruzo palabra con Hatur. Mi mirada se pierde en la carretera polvorienta. Admiro la habilidad de mi amigo para evitar colisionar con coches y animales...
Pasadas las 18 horas, llegamos al Ashram.
Hatur me invita pasar a la sala central del mismo y pronto me encuentro rodeado de mucha gente. Me indican donde sentarme. La sala central es redonda y está abarrotada de seguidores del maestro. Hay un silencio especial y un “ambiente” de meditación, matizado con el aroma de sándalo que purifica y relaja.
-Ommm… ¡Shantiii!- canta alguien.
Es momento de comenzar la práctica contemplativa.
Suena un gong vibrante.
Swamiji entona mantras sagrados.
OM NAMAH SHIVAYA… OM TAT SAT…
Los cánticos apaciguan mi mente. Mis ojos se cierran. El cuerpo se difumina.
Paz… Quietud…
La FUERZA…
Desciende sobre nosotros.
La LUZ…
Ilumina nuestros corazones.
La CONCIENCIA…
Supera la irrealidad.
Percibo a un Swami.
Alto, delgado, moreno. No le conozco.
Se acerca a mí.
Sus manos delicadas y sutiles se posan en mi garganta y en mi nuca.
ENERGÍA…
Trasciendo mis limitaciones.
Mi yo termina por diluirse.
¿Donde estoy? ¿Quién soy?
Caen lágrimas sobre mis mejillas.
OM SHANTI OM
Vuelvo a mi hogar Cósmico…
*Swami : persona dedicada a la enseñanza espiritual.
I am in the lobby of a hotel; I am surrounded by students. They have come from far away to talk to me about the book Yoga Sutra, Its author, Patanjali (fourth century BC) collects spiritual teachings, related to the path of Samadhi or Knowledge of the Self.
As I talk with these people, someone pulls my arm insistently. He's my friend Hatur.
Professor, I have something to say.
- What ... - I respond with funny gesture.
- The teacher wants to see him, now.
Without thinking, I say goodbye to the public and keep up your old car Hatur English.
"The teacher wants me" - think- "The teacher called me. What does he? "
During the three-hour tour, just crossed Hatur word. My gaze is lost in the dusty road. I admire the ability of my friend to avoid hitting cars and animals ...
Past 18 hours, we arrived at the Ashram.
Hatur invited me into the central room of it and soon find myself surrounded by many people. I suggest to sit down. The central room is round and is packed with supporters of the teacher. There is a special silence and an "environment" meditation, tinged with the scent of sandalwood purifies and relaxes.
-Ommm ... Shantiii - someone sings.
It's time to start contemplative practice.
Sounds a vibrant gong.
Swamiji sings sacred mantras.
Om Namah Shivaya ... OM TAT SAT ...
The songs soothe my mind. My eyes are closed. The body rubs.
Peace ... Stillness ...
STRENGTH ...
Descends upon us.
LIGHT ...
Enlighten our hearts.
The CONSCIENCE ...
Exceeds unreality.
I sense a Swami.
Tall, thin, dark. I do not know.
He approaches me.
Their delicate and subtle hands rest in my throat and into my neck.
ENERGY ...
I transcend my limitations.
My ends up being diluted.
Where am I? Who I am?
Caen tears on my cheeks.
OM SHANTI OM
Cosmic return to my home ...
* Swami: person engaged in spiritual teaching.
I am in the lobby of a hotel; I am surrounded by students. They have come from far away to talk to me about the book Yoga Sutra, Its author, Patanjali (fourth century BC) collects spiritual teachings, related to the path of Samadhi or Knowledge of the Self.
As I talk with these people, someone pulls my arm insistently. He's my friend Hatur.
Professor, I have something to say.
- What ... - I respond with funny gesture.
- The teacher wants to see him, now.
Without thinking, I say goodbye to the public and keep up your old car Hatur English.
"The teacher wants me" - think- "The teacher called me. What does he? "
During the three-hour tour, just crossed Hatur word. My gaze is lost in the dusty road. I admire the ability of my friend to avoid hitting cars and animals ...
Past 18 hours, we arrived at the Ashram.
Hatur invited me into the central room of it and soon find myself surrounded by many people. I suggest to sit down. The central room is round and is packed with supporters of the teacher. There is a special silence and an "environment" meditation, tinged with the scent of sandalwood purifies and relaxes.
-Ommm ... Shantiii - someone sings.
It's time to start contemplative practice.
Sounds a vibrant gong.
Swamiji sings sacred mantras.
Om Namah Shivaya ... OM TAT SAT ...
The songs soothe my mind. My eyes are closed. The body rubs.
Peace ... Stillness ...
STRENGTH ...
Descends upon us.
LIGHT ...
Enlighten our hearts.
The CONSCIENCE ...
Exceeds unreality.
I sense a Swami.
Tall, thin, dark. I do not know.
He approaches me.
Their delicate and subtle hands rest in my throat and into my neck.
ENERGY ...
I transcend my limitations.
My ends up being diluted.
Where am I? Who I am?
Caen tears on my cheeks.
OM SHANTI OM
Cosmic return to my home ...
* Swami: person engaged in spiritual teaching.
