A man, very dedicated to his spiritual
studies, was also a husband and father.
His wife was proud that her husband
was a good provider, a man of higher
faith and too, was devoted to their son.
As time went on, his work duties
took more of his time and his
wife and child saw less and less
of him. But still, faithfully,
he would meditate four hours
a day…two in the morning
and two in the evening.
Chores around the house that needed
attending were going undone.
The wife and son ate their meals
without the presence of husband and dad.
But still he kept to his sadhana schedule,
knowing his actions were adding up
to good karma and “right action.”
Social gatherings were missed, son’s
baseball games were not attended,
vacations were not taken and the years
rolled on with work taking precedence
next to the sacred practices that
he faithfully performed.
He would reap the rewards, he told
himself. His family would be blessed
by his astute and humble customs.
He took sanctuary in this knowledge
and committed even more to his endeavor.
But his relationship to his family dwindled.
No laughter or inquisitive talks were had.
Money was fluent but their emotions dry.
A deep imbalance had become evident.
After a time the wife divorced him and
his son felt forevermore like they were strangers.
Victoria demonstrates allegory for Writer’s Fourth Wednesday for The Bardo Group: http://intothebardo.wordpress.com/2014/07/23/writers-fourth-wednesday-allegory/