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a yogi spent many years and tried many things but was unsuccessful.
he is unable to perceive just now as just now
he is filled up with so many disturbing knowledge that needs immediate attention and unless attended just then ~ time is so very difficult to bear ~ he cannot find at this moment the woolen toupee and winter is coming ~ worries and worries
he is equally filled with matters he must know and he does not know ~ will it rain soon if so he must hatch roof before it starts leaking
even staying alone is disturbing ~ people long dead making appearance in dream and keeping him awake for many hours afterwards during the day
there is a gap below my front door ~ i spent many hours plugging it
my covered porch with tiles are broken ~ i spent many hours replacing
I am searching for lost items and i am preparing for unknown future loss ~ i have only just now only to do them all ~ i do not have moments relief wake sleep or dream
busy busy busy
yogi asked for help from many and he was advised to visit sultan
sultan sitting among his royal companions with drinks enjoying music and dance when yogi made his entrance
after a while he thought sultan must not be knowing since he is well immersed in sin of women wine and cheap words of praise
seeing him leaving sultan asked someone to call him
'well you may not know. i was wrongly advised that you may know how to meditate.'
'you have come to right place. anyway you be my guest tonight. i shall meet you tomorrow morning at my court.' Sultan asked an attendant to take care of the yogi.
after a hearty dinner, yogi was taken to a royal corner room and shown a royal bed to rest ~ from the widows breeze was making way gently into the room and he could see the star filled sky from the bed.
yogi was about to fall in sleep, when he noticed up from ceiling a dagger was swaying in the night breeze blowing through the window
in the morning he was taken to sultan in the royal court
'did you rest well last night?'
'no sir, i was awake all through the night and my eyes were fixed on the ceiling. i was apprehensive when would the thread break with the wind blowing and the dagger would land on me!'
he is unable to perceive just now as just now
he is filled up with so many disturbing knowledge that needs immediate attention and unless attended just then ~ time is so very difficult to bear ~ he cannot find at this moment the woolen toupee and winter is coming ~ worries and worries
he is equally filled with matters he must know and he does not know ~ will it rain soon if so he must hatch roof before it starts leaking
even staying alone is disturbing ~ people long dead making appearance in dream and keeping him awake for many hours afterwards during the day
there is a gap below my front door ~ i spent many hours plugging it
my covered porch with tiles are broken ~ i spent many hours replacing
I am searching for lost items and i am preparing for unknown future loss ~ i have only just now only to do them all ~ i do not have moments relief wake sleep or dream
busy busy busy
yogi asked for help from many and he was advised to visit sultan
sultan sitting among his royal companions with drinks enjoying music and dance when yogi made his entrance
after a while he thought sultan must not be knowing since he is well immersed in sin of women wine and cheap words of praise
seeing him leaving sultan asked someone to call him
'well you may not know. i was wrongly advised that you may know how to meditate.'
'you have come to right place. anyway you be my guest tonight. i shall meet you tomorrow morning at my court.' Sultan asked an attendant to take care of the yogi.
after a hearty dinner, yogi was taken to a royal corner room and shown a royal bed to rest ~ from the widows breeze was making way gently into the room and he could see the star filled sky from the bed.
yogi was about to fall in sleep, when he noticed up from ceiling a dagger was swaying in the night breeze blowing through the window
in the morning he was taken to sultan in the royal court
'did you rest well last night?'
'no sir, i was awake all through the night and my eyes were fixed on the ceiling. i was apprehensive when would the thread break with the wind blowing and the dagger would land on me!'
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