MASTERS MAD OR MAD MASTERS……

Dear my children…,
Did you hear a story of a Master,
Who was called Mad
And taken for treatment?

The master appreciated all,
For taking him as a mad and sick,
With all the good words he had

But, what to say,
All those who took him
As mad, for treatment
Became the Masters later,
To know their life of physicality
Was the life of sickness and madness.

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Initially they all
Got embarrassed
To see the way he lives/lived
And not to see him
In their prayer hall
Or marriage parties
At least.

To address their embarrassment
They arranged a great treat for him
To befriend him and to request him
With all their tempting offers
To chnage him to be like them
And to live the way they are/were…

They also advised him
To be restless like they are/were
With the sharpness of double edged purposes,
What they called professionalism

The master did not have anything to reply.

He tried to tell them
“I am only with you, the way you are…
External view of me has nothing to do with
What is really happening within me.
For, God is within me;
Never out of me or without me.”

He tried to give them the maximum,
Examples of air, soil, water, etc, etc
Of being uselessly useful
And purposelessly purposeful.

He confirmed to them
It could be his mistake that
He is/was useless an escapist seed
Wanting to escape from
All kinds of forms and formalities
Dictated by fry-pans.

He tried to tell them that
His physicality
Was a disease
And to be living physically, for him,
Was prolonging of the disease.


Again and again they asked him,
With too much tempting offers,
At least to correct himself for,
And to live in accordance with
The level and style of people around him

The master had no other answer
Since he had a very good conviction
That he was living with and for God.

He repeated his conviction
“God is my business, and
For and with Go I am busy."

This conviction about
The business of purposelessness, God,
Life of purposelessness,
Made all others there as well
To be
Masters mad
Or mad masters……

To be the seeds
Not good for frying
And not good to eat up fast

But the seeds
To be put in dirty soil and mud
For a remote chance of sprouting
In a very long undefined run.