Tennis in the dream-world

Sri Chinmoy loved to play tennis

Some years ago, the father of one of our Auckland disciples died – ‘passed on’ is a better term, for as Guru mentions, the secret of life is that there is no death. The disciple-son mailed his father’s photograph to Guru, asking his spiritual Master to bless the father’s soul and help him on his way.

Some weeks later, in a vivid dream, our Auckland disciple saw his father playing tennis with Guru, a clear event on another plane of consciousness, so real that he woke in the morning feeling greatly reassured. Guru was surely showing him that he would take care of his absent father (who incidentally loved tennis).

That same morning he went out to get his mail – and there among his letters was the photo he had sent to Guru weeks earlier. It had been returned and arrived on the morning of the dream, and on the photo Guru had drawn two little tennis racquets in confirmation.

I do not want to be
A tennis ball,
But I really want my life
To be as perfect
As the surrender
Of a tennis ball.

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