RUDRA.THE YOUNG ASCETIC
Before dawn, sometime during a winter month, while most of the world lay asleep, a young ascetic was walking briskly through a forest. It had become a habit with the young Rudra to start His day like that, without waiting for the sun. His pace was brisk, yet steadfast; the gait graceful, yet determined. He looked straight ahead, yet was aware of all His surroundings. And He thought of nothing, yet His mind was full of God.
Today was special. He was headed for Kailash.
He had been walking for a while, when He felt the scorching heat of the noon sun, which had by now risen to burn bright in its typical trait. It was directly overhead Rudra, who was unmindful of the fact that He had already left the forest behind. He was now at the foothills of the sparsely inhabited and somewhat arid flatlands preceding the mountains.
Rudra suddenly realised that He was thirsty. Now, with His
God-saturated mind coming back to ground reality and resuming its routine function of worldly senses, He heard the sound of water. It was a stream flowing nearby, gurgling loudly as though in chant of an old beloved.
Rudra marvelled at the ways of Nature; how things appeared just when you needed them most. The ways, that were woven in an ingenious manner, like a magic matrix.
Today was special. He was headed for Kailash.
He had been walking for a while, when He felt the scorching heat of the noon sun, which had by now risen to burn bright in its typical trait. It was directly overhead Rudra, who was unmindful of the fact that He had already left the forest behind. He was now at the foothills of the sparsely inhabited and somewhat arid flatlands preceding the mountains.
Rudra suddenly realised that He was thirsty. Now, with His
God-saturated mind coming back to ground reality and resuming its routine function of worldly senses, He heard the sound of water. It was a stream flowing nearby, gurgling loudly as though in chant of an old beloved.
Rudra marvelled at the ways of Nature; how things appeared just when you needed them most. The ways, that were woven in an ingenious manner, like a magic matrix.
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