After thanking him, that person immediately bought a pot and eagerly went to the ocean near his house. He filled the pot with seawater and sat down nearby. On what should he meditate, he wondered. He tried repeatedly for a number of days, many supposedly potent verses and powerful mantras but no result.
Though he had got puzzled on account of no results, he again went through the discussions he had held with his Guru. He recollected that he had not given any special mantra but he advised him to just relax. Meditate and relax! The two seemed to him a little contradictory. Meditating, to him, meant concentration and action and relaxing meant idling and letting go. He thought over this dichotomy for some time but suddenly remembered an important chore. He poured the water back on the sand as he had been told to do, and hurried to home.
Contradiction notwithstanding, he somehow felt a little soothed and relaxed. He even felt a little energised too in course of time. So he went again the next morning, and every morning thereafter. Now this became his routine. Every day, he felt a little better and even learnt to relax fairly well. Repeatedly, the contradiction between relaxation and concentration presented itself to him and each time he slipped a little deeper in its grips. He was not aware that, unknown to him, the cogitation itself had become a mantra. He got effortless, unwavering, natural and a relaxed concentration ultimately.
The seeker looked meditatively at the ocean that stretched far to the horizon, almost endless. Now it surrounded him too and encompassed him. He looked at the water in the pot. That water too came from the ocean. Although the water in his pot was a minuscule part of the ocean, it had the same properties what were there in the drop of water in the ocean. One was vast and infinite, and the other, a tiny part of it. One was called the ocean, and the contents were the same. The difference was in the measure. The infinite sustained a multitude of life, even untold filth, all turbulence, and yet, a deep silence and calm beneath. The ocean itself was not affected by any of this. It remained pure and clear within itself, full of energy and dancing with joy.
Suddenly it hit him, This is God! Vast, endless, pure and knowledgeable, engulfing everything, including himself. Only, instead of water, now it was Consciousness. Immaculate and crystal clear, despite all the festering scum of anger, violence, hatred, prejudice generated by the murky mind.
The seeker poured the water back into the sea. It disappeared in the lapping waves and became one with the sea again. The seeker saw that he, too, was part of that vast ocean of Consciousness, had merged in it and become Consciousness itself, infinite, eternal, pure, sheer joy, and knowledge. He was in every atom, every cell, in every individual. His persona was micro and macro, the Entirety. He was here and he was everywhere. He was the past, the present and the future. He was the elements of the universe. He was time and he was space. He was knowledge incarnate. The seeker felt enlightened that God he was seeking to meet was present around him – he needed to feel his presence with true and sincere heart.
Before you loose your peace of mind, be happy by going through the process of searching out ultimate truth, the reason of your restlessness and finding out what is the solution – definitely as deeper you will attempt, you will feel relaxed after a short time of getting results, if you have a strong will to do so. Make your will strong once you proceed on to take up any course of action after thorough thinking.
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