A Tumbler of Filter Coffee…And a Pair of Simple Math Equations
“As soon as you honor the present moment, all unhappiness and struggle dissolve, and life begins to flow with joy and ease. When you act out the present-moment awareness, whatever you do becomes imbued with a sense of quality, care, and love — even the most simple action.”
― Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment
Coffee did not have a place in our home during my childhood days. Only chai. The coffee during my hostel days was terrible. So i continued with chai for my daily doses of stimulants. It was my wife who first introduced me to coffee. Of the good, old fashioned south indian filter kaapi variety.
Good old south indian filter kaapi is an amazingly heady brew. Over the years now, i have not only learnt to enjoy sipping it, i have actually learnt to enjoy making it. Twenty minutes of pure unadulterated experience of being in the NOW. It is a frequent experience of absolute present-moment awareness for me.
Four heaped teaspoons of freshly ground coffee powder. Correctly measured. Emptied into the stainless steel filter. And gently pressed down with soft fingers with just the right pressure. I learnt over the years, that if you press the powder down too hard, not only that the decoction takes a very long time to filter down, but even four heaped spoons are not sufficient to make two wholesome cups of coffee. But if you press it too lightly, the decoction that filters through is too light for the right brew.
A saucepan full of water on the boil on one stove. Another saucepan to boil the packet of milk. Pour the boiling water into the filter. Enjoy the slow, gradual decantation as the aroma of the coffee wafts through the house, into the bedroom waking up my wife.
Everything is in place for the final ritual of the morning. Mix the right proportions of the hot decoction, boiling water and steaming milk. A nice, hot, frothing mixture. One proportion for me — dark and strong. Another for my wife — medium light. I pour the frothing mixtures into our respective mugs.
As i sit on my beanbag sipping the brew, watching the satisfied grin of a Cheshire cat on my wife’s face as she is sipping her’s, I know of no past or future. Just the NOW. Immersed in the magic of the moment.
Some months ago, this pair of simple but powerful math equations popped up in my WhatsApp chat window.
Like every math equation, this is self evident. Nothing more needs to be said. QED.
I think we very often complicate our lives searching for some illusory perfection in an ephemeral future. Life can be kept very simple.
There is ONLY NOW. There is no Past. There is no Future.
Be the best that we can be. NOW. Do the best we can do. NOW.