Before sleep, a disciple asked, “Sir, how long must I meditate?” I answered: “How long do you hold your breath underwater when afraid?” He looked puzzled. I explained: “Not long. But if pearls lay at the bottom, you would learn to stay. Find the pearl. Then duration vanishes.” He left lighter. I closed my eyes. The Ganges inside never stops flowing.
Not with words, but with darshan . Today a man came crawling, his legs twisted since birth. He did not ask for a miracle. He asked, “How to bear this quietly?” I looked at him. The Babaji within me looked through these eyes. Something passed — not a cure, but a stilling. He rose and walked three steps. Then wept. I said nothing. The Guru does nothing. The Self does all. lahiri mahasaya diary
(Fragments of a silent life)