Vinoba Bhave’s ashram, where I was studying in the early 1970s, is situated on the banks of the river Dham in Maharashtra State, central India. Walking along the riverside in the early morning was the perfect time to enjoy the words of wisdom emerging from the mouth of this great sage of India.
One morning, Vinoba said to me: “Be like water, my friend.”
“How should I be like water?” I asked.
“Flow like water. Even when it is in a lake water keeps flowing. My favourite form of water is a river. Always on the move. Never fixed. Never stagnant. Never attached.”
“How else should ...
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