TANTRIC-QUEST-Encounter-with-Absolute-Love

Devi ate slowly. Each of her movements was in harmony;each mouthful seemed to bring her profound joy. This wayof absorbing herself in things extended to her every activity.I had the impression that nothing was done mechanically.With her, everything was an occasion for communicatingdeeply, for remaining always anchored in reality.Thus, everything she did became a teaching for me. Throughmy association with her, I noticed those "holes" that punctuateour daily lives when we completely lose consciousnessof the moment and of the divine harmony as well. Itworked like real magic in Devi's least gesture, action, expression.It was as if the flow of time suddenly found itselfslowed down by a dance partner from reality. Devi took upwhere she'd left off in her teaching."The so-called subtle tattvas aresmell,taste,form,touch,sound."The first is the heart of the smell. By breathing in youroatmeal gruel, you smell the odor of the oats, but the heartof the odor is not the odor. Close your eyes. Breathe in.Breathe in the world at hand - the world of fire, ashes,clothes, the hut, the forest, the water, the sky, the universe.Only then does your consciousness penetrate to the heartof smell. The heart of smell is real. Only your superficialcontact with the heart of smell is not real."Next comes the tattva of taste. Take a bit of oatmeal.Savor it. Penetrate to the heart of taste. Taste the reality ofthis heart, which contains all the tastes of the earth. That's67