So I went this morning after breakfast to the Samadhi (tomb) of Meher Baba. There weren’t many people there and so I thought this a perfect time to sit in the tomb and reflect on Meher Baba and his followers, on their message of love, etc, and wait to be awakened, have an epiphany, be transformed, whatever. I sat there for the better part of an hour, noting the contours of the room, studying the tombstone, the murals on the walls, the painting of Baba’s likeness on the back wall. I opened my mind to, well, everything. Every possibility.
Then I cast my gaze back to the painting at the back of the small room. I kept staring at the likeness of Baba, and became fixated on his moustache. I couldn’t focus on anything else. If this guy was truly the avatar of the age, god in human form…why the moustache? If he had simply let all his hair grow long with beard, etc, never shaving or being concerned with worldly styles of any sort, ok. But a moustache is most definitely a style choice, rooted in vanity. A moustache is a choice to grow in a particular way one’s facial hair. Its upkeep and maintenance are studied. Would someone who is god’s love personified be concerned with such things? I couldn’t get past it, and despite my genuine appreciation for the people I have met and their stories of awakening and devotion, I just don’t feel the same way.
I clearly have an unkempt mind. Focusing only on a single message of love or devotion or holiness is tough for me. But in another way, I feel love and holiness and profanity and humor in everything and at every moment. Part of my trip to India is to help me learn to meditate, to clear the mind and focus. And part of my trip is for learning about different cultures, and this is one.