If you are a regular motorist, perhaps commuting to work by car, you might feel frustrated by ‘Sunday drivers’. They are not so used to driving and dawdle along with nothing to achieve and no place to go, slowing the rest of the traffic. Today I discovered that existence is maintaining a balance with the opposite phenomenon: Sunday meditators.
The morning meditation in the inner chamber of the Matrimandir, here at Auroville, is usually a profoundly silent affair. The attendees are mostly regulars, well used to sitting around with nothing to achieve and no place to go. On a Sunday morning, though, the chamber is packed with bloomin’ Sunday meditators. These people are accustomed to being busy and seem to be incapable of stillness or silence. One person will be swallowing repeatedly, another breathing loudly. Here and there someone will fidget. Worst of all, though, the place becomes full of thoughts, like there’s a tomorrow. What a cacophony!
