Driftwood floats at the mercy of every little ripple. A ship,expertly navigated, withstands mountainous waves. Little irritations and small emotions are for driftwood, not for the ships that free will navigates.
If you must be of earth, be the whole planet and not a tiny speck of dust. Be not a spark but a conflagration; not a pool, but an ocean. If your self is little, a thousand sorrows a day will drown your specks of dust, a thousand little storms will extinguish your flame.
Let your meditation help you grow, help you know your vast, expansive Self, so that neither little sorrows make you weep nor small joys make you dance. Let your mind dance, indeed, but to the Cosmic Tune. Why is your meditation troubled by the small ripples of things of limited consequence when a still mind in meditation will bring you the infinite?
If you must deal with problems this day, I wish for you truly great problems, so you may find great solutions from the ocean of your expansive Self. I wish you an undisterbed mind, balance and equanimity.
Dance to the Cosmic Tune
SWAMI VEDA BHARATI