A few words, a poem, a smile - Anna & Harsha

[Guest guest]

Thank you Anna and Harsha for your kind words.

 

The two of you make me think of a story from my life.

 

When my son was three years old, he saw a photograph of Sri Ramana

for the first time. He looked at it for a moment, then asked me, "Is

that God?" "Why do you ask?" I responded. "I just think that's what

God looks like," he said. I then told him something like, "Well, God

isn't really a person, but He's always inside of each of us. The

person in that picture felt God with him all of the time and helped

other people to learn to feel God with them too." My son was silent

for a moment and then said, "That man is God."

 

He was was right. I was wrong. I spoke with the mind of an adult.

He spoke from the heart of a child -- the only place Truth can ever

be found.

 

Peace comes easily and swiftly when we don't make it complicated.

 

In Friendship,

David

 

 

 

, Harsha wrote:

>

> Dearest David,

>

> Welcome back.

> Forgetting means that we have met.

> To remember without words,

> to be quietly aware of awareness.

> It is all an open secret.

> Sharing love and friendship

> as best we can.

> Other than that

> there is nothing

> worth chasing after.

>

> Lots of love

> Harsha