8 February 2012

You miss open spaces: the corn fields, the meadows in flower of your childhood. They will be given back to you elsewhere. It is all mirages here below and illusion that take over man's senses. The eternal life does not build on impressions that delight sight, the sense of smell and other perceptions. They are mere momentary pleasures that give a bit of spice to life. This confinement pushes you towards other shores; these are within your reach. They also delight you for short moments, but they leave a deep mark in your heart. All these peregrinations on to other planes delight your soul, which keeps an ineffable memory of them. Your life has taken on another meaning; it is special in many aspects and rich in its own way. Your travels are out of the ordinary; they imprint other flavours in you, less fleeting, which remain in your memory. What you are deprived of is given back to you in other forms that try to compensate for what you have lost. Life has in store for you, despite everything, spaces of joy and pleasures; we see to it."

Babuji

--Reflections