Monthly Archives: April 2012

I am a tourist here

An American tourist went to see a Sufi Master. For many years he had heard about him, had fallen in deep love with his words, his message. Finally he decided to go to see him. When he entered his room he was surprised — it was an utterly empty room! The Master was sitting; there […]

Miracle of Trust

In Tibet, there is a beautiful story about Marpa. It may not be factual, but it is tremendously significant. I don’t care much about facts. My emphasis is on the significance and the truth, which is a totally different thing. Marpa heard about a master. He was searching and he went to the master, he […]

A Man who did not grieve when his son died

THIS STORY, today’s story, is a very simple story but very significant. And it always happens that significant things are very simple, and simple things are very significant. THERE WAS A MAN OF WEI, TUNG-MEN WU, WHO DID NOT GRIEVE WHEN HIS SON DIED. HIS WIFE SAID TO HIM: “NO ONE IN THE WORLD LOVED […]

Truth at any cost

THE Chhandogya Upanishad has a beautiful story. Let us begin with it. Satyakam asked his mother, Jabala, “Mother, I want to live the life of a student of supreme knowledge. What is my family name? Who is my father?” “My son,” replied the mother, “I don’t know. In my youth when I went about a […]

Story of two little worms

Once there were two little worms. The first was lazy and improvident, and always stayed in bed late. The other was always up early, going about his business. The early bird caught the early worm. Then along came a fisherman with a flashlight, and caught the night crawler. Moral: You can’t win. Death is certain. […]

A Servant in Baghdad

An ancient Sufi parable: A rich merchant in Baghdad sent his servant one day to the marketplace to buy food. But after a few minutes the servant returned looking panic-stricken. “Master!” he cried. “You must lend me your best horse immediately, so that I may flee to Damascus and thereby escape my fate.” “Whatever is […]

Yayati and God of Death

There is a beautiful story, a great parable in the Upanishads: One of the great kings, Yayati, was dying. He was a hundred years old, ripe enough to die — one should be ready by that time — but not grown-up enough; the seed of renewing life was not yet burnt. So when death came, […]