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Nicolas , he appeared to agree with his decision to put it in the lake. But then
it occurred to him
Arjuna might have
given up altogether on
instructing him.
Either way it was no longer in his power to
say, Nicolas thought. I'm going to do it.
As this guide no longer had much stronghold
over him, he felt quite good about his decision. He stepped a few paces behind the ball to line up. He was enjoying this
teacher's solemn silence and hoped it might continue.
"Only a few measured steps," Nicolas whispered, and again he
stared down the many- flower ed fairway.
Stand there and do not think of a solitary
thing, the youth said inside. Before taking up the club, think only
to set it at the top, he added. Hold it for a second or so. A full
swing with not a lot of power will get you there.
Nicolas, done speaking to himself, moved to
set up. The old man coughed. Nicolas looked sharply his way.
"Wonderful!" cried Arjuna. "Choosing which
side to stand is an excellent place to start. You were probably
just asking yourself, Shall I take the right-hand path or the left?
If you were thinking this, you must understand too that victory by way of the left is
known as the Hero Path. Victory by way of the right is that of the
Devotee. And of course there is another way. This most hallowed
path does not clamor for the reliability of idolisms or perceived
perspectivisms. Nor does it require the staging of oaths that
appear to deem, to the mind of the simple, one good. This way might
be called The Way of the Celestial. It is neither left nor right
nor here nor there. It is of the quiet mind only, seeking out ways
to approach the feet of the Mother, and to do so with utmost
respect. The three are all just and good , of course, as I am not saying they are
not . A nd certainly my
saying something is just and good is also choice. I only say this
to discourage imparting simplicity or bland discourse. I can see on
your face by the roll of your eyes I have gone on too much. Please,
continue with whatever it was you were doing."
Nicolas thought the old man's speech
somewhat overlong. He considered what all was said but did not
catch a whole lot of meaning. He took note of this and told himself
also, If even there was any meaning.
He thought this guide's interruption gave
him an excuse to back off the shot. Nicolas decided to accept it.
He stepped out of the pocket or open beggar's home. Nicolas removed
himself from the usual set-up position. He did this in the same
manner the old man had done a moment or so ago.
He stepped three paces to the rear. Nicolas went to a spot he hoped
might provide his final refuge. He backed up a fourth step to get away more. Along the way he gave this good teacher a look. He peered at Arjuna while pretending
to be O so deeply disappointed in him.
Then
n ews came crushingly back to inform Nicolas that it was now his turn to play. It warned him over
issuing more excuses. The choice, he heard inside his head, is
yours.
He peered doomed out at the flower valley. Nicolas stood as
one who had been ill but had since gotten over it. He looked as if
he had been given a blessed second chance. He decided on one area in the lake to hit. He stepped up with renewed focus. Nicolas felt
strengthened by his ability to swing to near-perfection. He approached the
round ed one atop the tee
as a devotee visiting Swami.
Back at the ball, he put his right foot forward then the
other. He observed a moment of intense devotion. Nicolas looked as
if he alone had penetrated the boundary defined by many as time and
space.
Again the plight of all in the valley
arrived at the spot he now stood , and so did the sad-sounding refrain called Why? Now he felt smooth - talking his mind might be beneficial in helping him
get started here .
He told hi m self to relax and at first there was some success. Nicolas bent his knees slightly as if to sit on a bar
stool. It soon became clear to him an
it occurred to him
Arjuna might have
given up altogether on
instructing him.
Either way it was no longer in his power to
say, Nicolas thought. I'm going to do it.
As this guide no longer had much stronghold
over him, he felt quite good about his decision. He stepped a few paces behind the ball to line up. He was enjoying this
teacher's solemn silence and hoped it might continue.
"Only a few measured steps," Nicolas whispered, and again he
stared down the many- flower ed fairway.
Stand there and do not think of a solitary
thing, the youth said inside. Before taking up the club, think only
to set it at the top, he added. Hold it for a second or so. A full
swing with not a lot of power will get you there.
Nicolas, done speaking to himself, moved to
set up. The old man coughed. Nicolas looked sharply his way.
"Wonderful!" cried Arjuna. "Choosing which
side to stand is an excellent place to start. You were probably
just asking yourself, Shall I take the right-hand path or the left?
If you were thinking this, you must understand too that victory by way of the left is
known as the Hero Path. Victory by way of the right is that of the
Devotee. And of course there is another way. This most hallowed
path does not clamor for the reliability of idolisms or perceived
perspectivisms. Nor does it require the staging of oaths that
appear to deem, to the mind of the simple, one good. This way might
be called The Way of the Celestial. It is neither left nor right
nor here nor there. It is of the quiet mind only, seeking out ways
to approach the feet of the Mother, and to do so with utmost
respect. The three are all just and good , of course, as I am not saying they are
not . A nd certainly my
saying something is just and good is also choice. I only say this
to discourage imparting simplicity or bland discourse. I can see on
your face by the roll of your eyes I have gone on too much. Please,
continue with whatever it was you were doing."
Nicolas thought the old man's speech
somewhat overlong. He considered what all was said but did not
catch a whole lot of meaning. He took note of this and told himself
also, If even there was any meaning.
He thought this guide's interruption gave
him an excuse to back off the shot. Nicolas decided to accept it.
He stepped out of the pocket or open beggar's home. Nicolas removed
himself from the usual set-up position. He did this in the same
manner the old man had done a moment or so ago.
He stepped three paces to the rear. Nicolas went to a spot he hoped
might provide his final refuge. He backed up a fourth step to get away more. Along the way he gave this good teacher a look. He peered at Arjuna while pretending
to be O so deeply disappointed in him.
Then
n ews came crushingly back to inform Nicolas that it was now his turn to play. It warned him over
issuing more excuses. The choice, he heard inside his head, is
yours.
He peered doomed out at the flower valley. Nicolas stood as
one who had been ill but had since gotten over it. He looked as if
he had been given a blessed second chance. He decided on one area in the lake to hit. He stepped up with renewed focus. Nicolas felt
strengthened by his ability to swing to near-perfection. He approached the
round ed one atop the tee
as a devotee visiting Swami.
Back at the ball, he put his right foot forward then the
other. He observed a moment of intense devotion. Nicolas looked as
if he alone had penetrated the boundary defined by many as time and
space.
Again the plight of all in the valley
arrived at the spot he now stood , and so did the sad-sounding refrain called Why? Now he felt smooth - talking his mind might be beneficial in helping him
get started here .
He told hi m self to relax and at first there was some success. Nicolas bent his knees slightly as if to sit on a bar
stool. It soon became clear to him an
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