“You suffer so little in comparison to what you gain inwardly, which is unimaginably big.”…Pushkar
Today is the beginning of the 40th day for all the runners here. The number itself is a bold milestone on the long road that is now stretching across nearly all off the full wide bright face of summer. Over this period all of us have had moments of stress and maybe some pain.
For the most part we mortals do not seek out the hard, the difficult, or the painful unless we are absolutely certain something ultimately greater is to be gained by it all. On the superficial level it just might be a sky high momentary excitement. Something that sparkles for an instant and than the glow is immediately engulfed by darkness.
But real goals do not come often and are not easily arrived at. Those true Himalayan goals that are more about creating a lasting thrill within the heart and not just quickening of the pulse. The goals of transcendence and transformation are lifetime journeys. Leading slowly and inexorably to destinations that only gather brightness and are never timid in the face of darkness.
A friend reminded me recently that there is nothing about this race that will accept compromise or falseness. It is a shockingly revealing experience in which procrastinating or pretending is not tolerated. In my life there are little dull corners in which I can make, for a time at least, a casual acquaintance with lethargy and indulgence. Here if you are a runner at the 3100 it is not possible to act in this manner or to find such places to stop and hide from the world or yourself. As well the simple mathematics of adding up all the numbers to make 3100 cannot be fudged or falsified.
Somehow, no matter how far we step back or no matter how hard we search for the perfect vantage point in order to comprehend the totality of what their true inner and outer experience here it is not possible. No software no mental reasoning and no magic can gather it all up into one tidy concise package. We can count laps, treat injuries and try to gather up data on all the tears and smiles. No image, no equation, and no clarity can come of it all.
The human in Pushkar we may understand just a little. When his knee suddenly spasms with pain and refuses to unlock, the frailties and foibles of the body we understand. The marvel is that he cannot go home, like most of us would if this happened to us in our own world. Instead he has to go on. In front of him lies the unconscionable enormity of a 1000 more miles still to go. His body is uncertain how it will make it even half way round the block. Yet he somehow he finds a way through this labyrinth of pain. Listening only briefly to the loud nagging argument his body is screaming at him.
Somehow instead he is able to devote his attention to another voice, one that is not sharp and shrill but instead is calm and clear. His own inner voice does not doubt and does not dither. It tells him to simply keep moving on and let loose the fragments of his imperfection that he has brought to this race. To cast away whatever ignorance he no longer wants to carry, and be transformed, not by outer human pain but by his willingness to surrender to his own inner divinity.
In the life-game, each soul is running consciously or unconsciously toward the goal of inner perfection. There is not a single individual who has not left the starting point. Now, one individual may be behind another in the Godward race, but all are making progress and running toward the same goal.
Sri Chinmoy, The Outer Running And The Inner Running, Agni Press, 1974.