The Mystic Yogi Revisited
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Valley_of_flowers_uttaranchal_full_view.JPG by Araghu “Theologians may quarrel, but the mystics of the world speak the same language.” ― Meister Eckhart L eaving behind ambitions of world and attainments of the world, most of his wealth and property, keeping only the minimum necessary to sustain his remaining years, he became a recluse. When he entered the forests on the mountains and set up his abode there, he became a hermit, a mystic yogi. At first his sleep was disturbed as he tossed and turned through the night, as he resolved the dilemmas and anguish all of us face while in the world for gain, ambition and desire. In time, the tossing and turning subsided. His sleep became as sweet as it was when he was a child. He would wake up early with the same delight that a child wakes up when it is holiday, for every day is a holiday now, each day with its own new magic. He now enjoyed the flowers of the forest...
