While passing through these phases I never lose awareness of my true self.ĭattatreya: The sun is my seventh guru. From watching the moon I learned that waxing and waning, rising and falling, pleasure and pain, loss and gain are simply phases of life. The moon waxes and wanes, and yet it never loses its essence, totality, or shape. All visible and invisible objects have their rightful place within me, but they have no power to confine my consciousness.ĭattatreya: The moon. I, too, must have room for all the diversities of existence and still remain unaffected by what I contain. Space has room for the sun, moon, and stars, and yet it remains untouched and unconfined. Like the wind, my goal is to provide freshness to all without becoming attached.ĭattatreya: All-pervading and all-embracing space is my fifth guru. Like the wind, I learned not to prefer flowers over thorns, or friends over foes. The wind moves unceasingly, touching flowers and thorns alike, but it never attaches itself to the objects it touches. In that light, others can walk safely.ĭattatreya: The wind is my fourth guru. Thus I learn to absorb everything that life brings and turn it into the flame that enlightens my life. By consuming dead logs, it produces warmth and light. It burns everything, transforming it into flame. There is much to learn from everyone and everything.ĭattatreya: Fire. “Keep moving, keep moving” is the lesson I learned from water. It cleanses whatever it touches and provides life to whoever drinks it. She taught me to give them my best, remembering that their acts are normal and natural from their standpoint.ĭattatreya: Water. She taught me to hold lovingly in my heart all those who trample me, scratch me, and hurt me, just as she does. King: Twenty-four gurus at such a tender age? Who are they?ĭattatreya: Mother Earth is my first guru. King: Then you have a teacher? Who is it? King: You have been studying with your parents?ĭattatreya: There is much to learn from everyone and everything, not only from my parents. Curious to learn how someone so young could be so wise, the king questioned the child, and the following dialogue ensued. And realizing that this was a spontaneous expression of the intrinsic beauty of the boy’s soul, he was sure that Dattatreya was gifted with great wisdom. As Dattatreya made arrangements for the visitor’s comfort, the king saw an inner joy radiating from the boy’s countenance. One day, when the sage Dattatreya was still a child, the king of a neighboring country came to visit the ashram, and because his parents were away, the boy greeted the guest in the palace.
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