Love knows no count

There was once a fakir(saint) who was walking along, searching for a place to meditate. He held a mala(garland of beads) in his hand. As he moved along, looking for a suitable place, he came across a woman selling carrots at the side of a lake. The fakir observed her actions. Her carrots were said to be the freshest amongst the three villages that were around the lake and so she charged a high price for her carrots. She loudly counted the carrots as she selected them carefully for her customers and they paid her for them. Suddenly a man came to her and smiled at her. She started picking all the best and freshest of her carrots and gave them to him, while disregarding her regular counting. She did not even ask for payment. Seeing this, the fakir became curious and inquired who the man was. She replied, “My fiance”. “But you just picked up all your best b and gave him and you did not even count how many you gave away”, said the fakir “There is no counting with one’s beloved, oh fakir,” she replied. Listening to her remark, the fakir looked at his mala, and in one swift action threw it into the river. We are all playing the game of love here; simran is that game. So why bother counting. Don’t count, my friend. Don’t even think about how many minutes of simran you do or how many times you say “God”. You will only feed your ego if you do that. Instead, do meditation every opportunity you get!