Chapter 6August 25, 1962

Well, mon petit. So you understand, you have only one thing to do: finish your book.

Yes... oh, I would like to make such a beautiful Sri Aurobindo, and then....

Things are loosening up a lot....

There's still a bit too much of the old outlook left in you, and that's what keeps worrying you. Something that keeps worrying you, and which is perfectly useless – we waste our time worrying.

(Satprem complains that he finds it difficult to write his book. Mother concentrates for about fifteen

minutes, then says:)

All right.

He came and put all sorts of things around you for you to write. All sorts of golden things.

So they must be written. You can tell me about it on Tuesday. And again he repeated, "No worry, no worry.... Take it easy, take it easy. " And it was as if he wanted to sit you down by a running river, as if you could see the water flowing, flowing, flowing, flowing so naturally along. As if you were sitting in a lovely flower-strewn meadow by a flowing stream.... And he was saying, "Don't worry, take it easy, take it easy."

He was putting all kinds of things around you. So there you are.

I'm a little tired, too....

Oh – tired?

I always used to sleep between one and two in the afternoon. Since last April, about five months ago, that's finished, gone.178 Why? You can't, or you don't have time?

No, not at all. I have time but I just can't do it. It's a shame, because it was a conscious hour. I would often go strolling by the sea.

178This coincides strangely with the turn in Mother's yoga, as though from this time on Satprem would be deprived of all