It happened once upon a time that a certain man acquired some spiritual mastery, and in spite of all his efforts, his reputation began to spread. No matter how you try to shield a lamp, some light will always escape. As a consequence, one day a visitor appeared at his door.
The visitor was wealthy, and had brought gifts with which he sought to honour the master and perhaps win some blessings. When he entered the master’s hut, though, he was astonished to see only bare walls and an earthen floor – the hut contained neither bed nor carpet nor cushions nor table. There was absolutely nothing.
“But Master,” the visitor said in perplexity, “where is your furniture?”
“And where is yours?” the master replied mildly.
“But I am a traveller,” said the visitor. “Of course I don’t have my furniture with me.”
“Yes,” said the master, “and I am also a traveller. None of us is here for more than four days. Furniture is for those who think they will stay longer.”
Beautiful. It reminded me a nepalí Mantra from Ani Choying Drolma:
Traveller:
I am a traveller
The path is my wealth
If my heart is clean and clear,
the whole world becomes
a beautiful garden for me.
Much love for this enriching path dear Murshid. Thank you so much. Namasté
Dear brother, thank you for the mantra about ‘going, going’. Many times it has been said that when we discard attachment, everything becomes available. In Gayan, Tanas, Hazrat Inayat Khan speaks to Money and this is part of the conversation:
Money, whom do you obey?
Him who has risen above me; I become his slave
and lie as dust at his feet.
With loving greetings,
Nawab
Thank you so much Murshid Nawab