Moti the puppy had decided that sitting still was the most boring idea in
the whole world.
Ravi was trying to teach him to stay on the mat by the doorway. "Sit, Moti.
Stay." And Moti would sit — for exactly two seconds — and then bolt: after a
butterfly, after a smell, after a chicken, after nothing at all, his little
paws skittering on the smooth mud floor. Ravi would sigh, scoop him up, and
set him back on the mat. Two seconds later, off he went again.
"He'll NEVER learn," Ravi groaned, plopping down beside Nani as Moti chased
his own tail across the courtyard. "I bring him back a hundred times and he
runs off a hundred and one."
Nani was grinding turmeric for her paints, the yellow powder bright as
morning. She did not look up. "And what do you do," she asked, "the
hundred-and-first time?"
Ravi shrugged. "I bring him back again, I suppose."
"Do you shout at him? Do you give up?"
"No," said Ravi. "He's only little. He doesn't know yet. I just... bring him
back. Gently. Again."
Nani set down her grinding stone and smiled the slow smile that meant a
lesson was coming.
"Ravi, your mind is exactly like Moti. When you sit to be quiet, your mind
sits still for two seconds — and then it bolts. To the river. To dinner. To
that game you lost. To Moti himself! And here is the whole secret of
meditation, the thing the great sages spent their lives learning: you do for
your mind exactly what you do for your puppy."
She touched his forehead lightly. "Wherever it runs off to — and it will run
off, a hundred times, a thousand — you simply notice, and gently bring it
back. Back to your breath. Back to the quiet place inside. No shouting. No
giving up. The mind is only little and untrained, like Moti. It doesn't know
yet."
Ravi looked over at the puppy, who had finally flopped down, panting and
pleased, right in the middle of the mat. Just where Ravi had wanted him all
along.
"So every time I bring it back," Ravi said slowly, "I'm training it. Even
the hundredth time."
"Especially the hundredth time," said Nani. "That is the whole practice.
Bringing it back, gently, is not the thing that gets in the way of
meditation. It *is* the meditation."