THOUGHT FOR THE DAY as written at Prasanthi Nilayam Today
There was a man from Puttaparthi who lived in a solitary hut on the banks
of the Ganga. He was engaged in severe penance and was admired by other monks.
One day, while bathing in the river, he overheard a party of pilgrims who had
just alighted from the bus, talking in Telugu. His attachment to his mother
tongue dragged him; He asked them where they came from. Slowly, he gathered
that they were from Anantapur District, Penukonda Taluk. His ears ached for
further details. When they said they were from Puttaparthi, the monk was elated
and began enquiring about his lands, family and friends. When he learnt that a
few of them had passed away, he started weeping! All his years of penance broke
down before the onslaught of language-attachment! Practice detachment from now
on, slowly and steadily! Do not continue to add things that bind you to them.
Bind yourself to the great liberator, God.
BABA
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