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Daily Yogi: A Podcast to Expand Your Perspective on Life
Find Your Still Center Amid Change
Peace lives with the one who plays, steady within himself while the world moves.
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They found him in the temple, bent over a game of knucklebones with children. There was white dust on the floor. The afternoon heat was pressing the air. The men from Ephesus stood at a distance, waiting for the “dark” philosopher to rise, to speak, to join their talk of laws and power.
He did not rise.
He turned back to the boys and kept playing, leaving the men to their talk. They mocked him for playing. He looked up and said it was better to do this than to meddle in their politics. Then he turned back to the boys and the rattle of stones.
Heraclitus saw change everywhere. In rivers that never repeat, in fires that feed on what they consume. And, at the same time, he pointed to an underlying measure. A law that stays. “On those who step into the same rivers, different and different waters flow,” he said.
That day in the temple, his refusal was discipline. He chose a field where flux and measure sit side by side. The knucklebones fell however they wished. Change. But the game’s rules held. Order. And his attention held with the game. He would not trade that inner custody for the men’s approval.
This is precisely what Yogi Ramacharaka teaches. That “the body changes; the mind changes; but the ‘I’ remains the same. Calm, serene, detached, unchanged amid the changes of the universe.” The hand tosses, the bones scatter; the player who knows himself is not thrown.
That when your career, family, or identity are in flux, you do not cling; you stand in the part of you that doesn’t drown, attending to the still center that lets you move without being moved off yourself.
Heraclitus shows what this looks like in the temple. He refuses the men’s pull towards politics, towards reputation, towards power, and keeps his attention with the boys and the game. He aligns himself with the deeper order, the Spirit within, rather than the passing forms. That is the point. Pain lives with the one who grasps. Peace lives with the one who plays, steady within himself while the world moves.
