The friendly elephant

Before I lifted the elephant in Connecticut this morning, I garlanded it. I was telling the elephant, “We have to become very good friends.”

We were very good friends when I was lifting it up and also when I was offering it my gratitude. But, at the last minute, the elephant frightened me and I had to run away.

The elephant’s name was Karen, the same as Mahiyan’s sister.

— 23 September 1986

From:Sri Chinmoy,My weightlifting tears and smiles, part 1, Agni Press, 1986
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