A Sufi story...
A man went to seek and search. He asked the first man outside the town, sitting under a tree ’How
to find a master?’ The man described him, saying ’These are the signs. he will be sitting under suchand-
such-a tree, he will have certain eyes, such-and-such-a vibe’... and all that. The man was very
happy – now he had a criterion – and for thirty years he searched. He came across many masters,
many people, and he became tired, disillusioned and frustrated – so much so that he turned back
home; he said ’It is all nonsense.’
He met that old man – now he was very old – when he was entering the town. Suddenly he was
surprised:’This is the tree that he described, this is the vibe.’ He looked into the eyes of the old man
and the old man started laughing.. This was the laughter and these were the eyes! He said ’But why
didn’t you tell me before? Why did I have to go into such suffering and a nightmare for thirty years?’
The old man said ’I told you, I described everything, but you didn’t even look at the tree! You were
not ready. The tree was here, I was here. When I was describing the eyes, I was looking into your
eyes, but you were not there.
When I was talking about the vibe, you were not ready to feel it; you were dead. These thirty years
have not been a wastage; they have prepared you. Now you can see the tree, you can look into my
eyes and you can feel the vibe. I am your master. You have come home! And don’t be angry with all
those people; they all have helped in their own ways. The good and the bad, the false and the true
– they all help.’
This game of life is really a very paradoxical game.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
An ancient Tibetan proverb says
One hundred seekers start; ninety-nine are lost somewhere on the
way, go astray. Only one – that too, very rarely – reaches the goal of his search.
With this proverb is attached a small story....
Deep in the mountains there is a monastery, far away from Lhasa. The chief monk is getting old and
he wants a master from Lhasa to replace him. He sends a messenger, a young man, to the main
monastery in Lhasa to ask them, ”Our master is getting very old and he wants a man to replace
him.” After long, long difficulties of mountainous paths the young man finally reaches to the main
monastery.
An audience is given to him. And the master says to him, ”I can understand. I will send one hundred
people with you.”
The young man said, ”But I have asked only for one.” And the master said, ”Have you forgotten the
old proverb? A hundred should go; rarely, one reaches.”
The proverb was certainly known to the young man, but he could not trust that a hundred people
could go and only one would reach. But he could not argue either, with the chief of all the
monasteries of Tibet. One hundred monks followed the young man.
They had not gone very far when they were stopped by a few soldiers with naked swords, who said,
”Our small kingdom has lost its master. We need a master urgently. The pay is good, the palace to
live in, and you will be the only religious man in the whole kingdom. And we are simply conveying to
you the orders from the emperor. Refusal can be dangerous – you can see the naked swords.”
Many of those hundred monks started thinking, ”This is a good place – why unnecessarily go deep
into the mountains? It is close to Lhasa, the kingdom is rich, the monastery is rich, all facilities are
available, and you will be the high priest of the kingdom...” So not only one, many wanted to go.
The young man said, ”Have you forgotten?”
They said, ”We have not forgotten. You forget it – all! We are going to stay.”
The soldiers said, ”We need only one, but the monastery is big. If many of you want to come, you
can be part of the monastery and the emperor will be immensely happy.”
Half of the crowd disappeared. The young man could not believe....
Just a few miles further they were again prevented, this time by a crowd. They needed four priests
because the richest man’s daughter was being married, and the reward was going to be great.
”... And it is only a question of a few days, and then you can go on wherever you are going.”
Immediately, more than four were ready, but the crowd said, ”We don’t want more than four.”
The other monks tried to ask them, ”What are you doing? We have been sent for a certain purpose,
because of a certain message.”
They said, ”We are not going astray. It is only a question of a few days. Soon we will finish the
marriage and we will come a little faster and join you. Your journey is long. The path is tedious. And
we cannot miss this opportunity of earning, getting rewards, from the richest man.” Four persons
again disappeared.
In this way it went on, and the young man started feeling that ”Perhaps I am the only one who is
going to make it back!”
As they were passing a river, a very beautiful young woman with tears in her eyes said, ”You are all
compassionate people. My father is a famous hunter – I live with my father, my mother is dead. He
was supposed to come back this morning and it is evening and he is not back. And I am immensely
afraid in this lonely part of the Himalayas. Won’t you be kind enough, at least one, to be with me for
the night? And in the morning you can go as soon as my father comes home.”
Immediately a young man... in fact many were ready, but a young man said, ”I am coming. This is
the essential teaching of Gautama Buddha – compassion!”
And this goes on.... It is a long story, how people went on disappearing. Finally only two monks and
the young man remained. They were passing the last village and soon they would be arriving at the
monastery. It was already shining in the morning sun on the mountains.
In that village there was an atheist who challenged those monks: ”If you have any guts, first accept
my challenge for a debate. I don’t believe in Gautama Buddha and I don’t believe in his teachings,
and I am ready to fight on each and every point.”
The young man said to the remaining two fellows, ”Don’t get involved in this. Our monastery is there,
you can see it – so beautiful in the eternal snows of the Himalayas.”
But one of them said, ”I cannot move an inch. My master Gautama Buddha has been challenged.
I am going to remain here. Either I will convert this man to Buddhism or I will be converted to his
disciple-hood, however long it takes.” So he was left in that village.
Only one monk and the young man reached the monastery. The young man said, ”I have passed
through an immense experience. I had never thought that proverbs are so accurately true.”
The old master said, ”I knew he would send at least one hundred people because I had asked for
one.”
The young man said, ”But you never mentioned it to me.”
The old man said, ”There was no need to mention it. This is how things go on happening in this
world. We are fortunate that at least one has arrived. There is no certainty; there are so many
by-paths, so many allurements, and once you have gone astray it is not easy to come back to the
right path.”
The crowd consists of people who have all gone astray. Once in a while a courageous person comes out of the crowd and starts searching a path of his own. It needs daring, it needs courage, it needs intelligence. It needs trust in yourself, and also a deep understanding that you will be condemned by the crowd.
way, go astray. Only one – that too, very rarely – reaches the goal of his search.
With this proverb is attached a small story....
Deep in the mountains there is a monastery, far away from Lhasa. The chief monk is getting old and
he wants a master from Lhasa to replace him. He sends a messenger, a young man, to the main
monastery in Lhasa to ask them, ”Our master is getting very old and he wants a man to replace
him.” After long, long difficulties of mountainous paths the young man finally reaches to the main
monastery.
An audience is given to him. And the master says to him, ”I can understand. I will send one hundred
people with you.”
The young man said, ”But I have asked only for one.” And the master said, ”Have you forgotten the
old proverb? A hundred should go; rarely, one reaches.”
The proverb was certainly known to the young man, but he could not trust that a hundred people
could go and only one would reach. But he could not argue either, with the chief of all the
monasteries of Tibet. One hundred monks followed the young man.
They had not gone very far when they were stopped by a few soldiers with naked swords, who said,
”Our small kingdom has lost its master. We need a master urgently. The pay is good, the palace to
live in, and you will be the only religious man in the whole kingdom. And we are simply conveying to
you the orders from the emperor. Refusal can be dangerous – you can see the naked swords.”
Many of those hundred monks started thinking, ”This is a good place – why unnecessarily go deep
into the mountains? It is close to Lhasa, the kingdom is rich, the monastery is rich, all facilities are
available, and you will be the high priest of the kingdom...” So not only one, many wanted to go.
The young man said, ”Have you forgotten?”
They said, ”We have not forgotten. You forget it – all! We are going to stay.”
The soldiers said, ”We need only one, but the monastery is big. If many of you want to come, you
can be part of the monastery and the emperor will be immensely happy.”
Half of the crowd disappeared. The young man could not believe....
Just a few miles further they were again prevented, this time by a crowd. They needed four priests
because the richest man’s daughter was being married, and the reward was going to be great.
”... And it is only a question of a few days, and then you can go on wherever you are going.”
Immediately, more than four were ready, but the crowd said, ”We don’t want more than four.”
The other monks tried to ask them, ”What are you doing? We have been sent for a certain purpose,
because of a certain message.”
They said, ”We are not going astray. It is only a question of a few days. Soon we will finish the
marriage and we will come a little faster and join you. Your journey is long. The path is tedious. And
we cannot miss this opportunity of earning, getting rewards, from the richest man.” Four persons
again disappeared.
In this way it went on, and the young man started feeling that ”Perhaps I am the only one who is
going to make it back!”
As they were passing a river, a very beautiful young woman with tears in her eyes said, ”You are all
compassionate people. My father is a famous hunter – I live with my father, my mother is dead. He
was supposed to come back this morning and it is evening and he is not back. And I am immensely
afraid in this lonely part of the Himalayas. Won’t you be kind enough, at least one, to be with me for
the night? And in the morning you can go as soon as my father comes home.”
Immediately a young man... in fact many were ready, but a young man said, ”I am coming. This is
the essential teaching of Gautama Buddha – compassion!”
And this goes on.... It is a long story, how people went on disappearing. Finally only two monks and
the young man remained. They were passing the last village and soon they would be arriving at the
monastery. It was already shining in the morning sun on the mountains.
In that village there was an atheist who challenged those monks: ”If you have any guts, first accept
my challenge for a debate. I don’t believe in Gautama Buddha and I don’t believe in his teachings,
and I am ready to fight on each and every point.”
The young man said to the remaining two fellows, ”Don’t get involved in this. Our monastery is there,
you can see it – so beautiful in the eternal snows of the Himalayas.”
But one of them said, ”I cannot move an inch. My master Gautama Buddha has been challenged.
I am going to remain here. Either I will convert this man to Buddhism or I will be converted to his
disciple-hood, however long it takes.” So he was left in that village.
Only one monk and the young man reached the monastery. The young man said, ”I have passed
through an immense experience. I had never thought that proverbs are so accurately true.”
The old master said, ”I knew he would send at least one hundred people because I had asked for
one.”
The young man said, ”But you never mentioned it to me.”
The old man said, ”There was no need to mention it. This is how things go on happening in this
world. We are fortunate that at least one has arrived. There is no certainty; there are so many
by-paths, so many allurements, and once you have gone astray it is not easy to come back to the
right path.”
The crowd consists of people who have all gone astray. Once in a while a courageous person comes out of the crowd and starts searching a path of his own. It needs daring, it needs courage, it needs intelligence. It needs trust in yourself, and also a deep understanding that you will be condemned by the crowd.
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