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Sunday 17 March 2013

22) Thoughts: Way of the Player

The player descended unto her court . She then closed her eyes for a moment. And when she opened them, her entire world - with all its chaos, anxiety and excitement had vanished.

She walked to the center and with a silent nod acknowledging the presence of her opponent (who would soon witness the spectacle) she took her stance. She did not feel the aggressive fire within her that normally accompanied the adrenaline rush. Instead she felt an altogether new emotion, as she said a small prayer to the mother, - A slow cool fire arose within , cloaking her entire being. Every cell in her body spoke of only one word - Love. And the game began -with a love for all.

Everyone watched stunned,for never before had they witnessed such a performance. It was not a match.
It was a dance - A dance of force and love in consecration to the lord. Every stroke was beautiful in itself - deliberate and complete. The fastest of smashes and the delicatest of drops both conveyed the underlying fluid grace.

And her rhythmic movement - had a music of its own . She was nobody's nemesis , even her opponent felt no despair. For they were both very much a part of the duet of forces- which brought joy to every eye that could see and every ear that could hear. Everybody was a part of this - this glorious moment that would remain frozen in time. There was no Loser .

There was only one winner - The manifesting spirit of the game and that winner was the one in all . In the eye of the player who won the final point. In the eye of the other player who felt grateful to be a part of the event. And in the eyes of the spectators who witnessed the joy of being a part of it.
and that my sis, is how the ideal match should be :)

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