To a disciple who depended overmuch on books the Master said:

"A man came to the market with a shopping list and lost it. When to his great joy he found it again, he read it eagerly, held on to it till he had done his shopping -- then threw it away as a useless scrap of paper."

Hujan deras disertai angin puting beliung beberapa hari yang lalu menyisakan cerita tentang bapak-bapak (masih muda) yang bekerja sebagai operator di salah satu pom bensin di daerah Jemursari.

Ceritanya, pada saat saya mengisi bensin dan dilayani oleh operator, ada satu pemandangan yang cukup mengherankan dari operator tersebut. Baju catlepack (baju kerja terusan khas operator pom bensin) basah kuyub ++ (menggigil).

Saya sih gak bertanya, cuma sedikit memandang agak lama + mengangkat kedua alis mata saya (berlagak terbelalak). Sehingga terjadi percakapan kecil diantara kami, yaitu sebagai berikut :

A Story by Paulo Coelho

Knowing how to wait
The Warrior of Light needs time to himself. And he uses this time to rest and contemplate and contact the Soul of the World. He manages to meditate even in the middle of a combat.

On some occasions the warrior sits down, relaxes and lets everything that is happening around him go on happening. He looks around him as if he were a spectator, does not try to grow or diminish, just commits himself unresistingly to the movement of life.

Little by little everything that seemed so complicated becomes simple. And the warrior becomes happy.