There is a music which has no sound. The soul is restless for such silent music. There is love in which the body is not. The soul longs for such unembodied love. There is a truth which has no form; the soul longs for this formless truth.
Therefore melodies do not satisfy, bodies do not satisfy and forms cannot fulfill the soul. But this lack of fulfillment, this dissatisfaction has to be understood properly, for such understanding ultimately brings about transcendence. Then sound becomes the door to the soundless, the body becomes the path to the unembodied, and from become the formless. Meditation is a way of third eye. If third eye is open then you lost you total, entire stress in your life this is a key of enlightenment (Hinduism and Buddhism) the beatitude that transcends the cycle of reincarnation; characterized by the extinction of desire and suffering and individual consciousness.
A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.
Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.
When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:
“If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eying each others’ cups.
Now consider this: Life is the coffee. The jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live.
Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee. Savor the coffee, not the cups! The happiest people don’t have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.”
Senseless creator
It is not a thing, it is a process. There is no way to attain to life except by living it, except by being alive, by flowing, streaming with it. If you are seeking the meaning of life in some dogma, in some philosophy, in some theology, that Is the sure way to miss life and meaning both.
Life is not somewhere waiting for you, it is happening in you. It is not in the future as a goal to be arrived at, it is here now, this very moment -- in your breathing, circulating in your blood, beating in your heart. Whatsoever you are is your life, and if you start seeking meaning somewhere else, you will miss it. Man has done that for centuries.
Concepts have become very important, explanations have become very important – and the real has been completely forgotten. We don't look to that which is already here, we want rationalizations.
I have heard a very beautiful story.
Some years ago a successful American had a serious identity crisis. He sought help from Psychiatrists but nothing came of it, for there were none who could tell him the meaning of life -- which is what he wanted to know. By and by he learned of a venerable and incredibly wise guru who lived in a mysterious and most inaccessible region of the Himalayas. Only that guru, he came to believe, would tell him what life meant and what his role in it ought to be. So he sold all his worldly possessions and began his search for the all-knowing guru. He spent eight years wandering from village to village throughout the Himalayas in an effort to find him. And then one day he chanced upon a shepherd who told him where the guru lived and how to reach the place. It took him almost a year to find him, but he eventually did. There he came upon his guru, who was indeed venerable, in fact well over one hundred years old. The guru consented to help him, especially when he learned of all the sacrifices the man had made towards this end. 'What can I do for you, my son?' asked the guru. 'I need to know the meaning of life,' said the man.
To this the guru replied, without hesitation, 'Life,' he said, 'is a river without end.' 'A river without end?' said the man in a startled surprise. 'After coming all this way to find you, all you have to tell me is that life is a river without end?'
The guru was shaken, shocked. He became very angry and he said, 'You mean it is not?'
Nobody can give you the meaning of your life. It is your life; the meaning has also to be yours. Himalayas won't help. Nobody except you can come upon it. It is your life and it is only accessible to you. Only in living will the mystery is revealed to you.
The first thing I would like to tell you is: don't seek it anywhere else. Don't seek it in me, don't seek it in scriptures, don't seek it in clever explanations -- they all explain away, they don't explain. They simply stuff your empty mind; they don't make you aware of what is. And the more the mind is stuffed with dead knowledge, the more dull and stupid you become. Knowledge makes people stupid; it dulls their sensitivity. It stuffs them, it
Becomes a weight on them, it strengthens their ego but it does not give light and it does not show them the way. It is not possible.
Life is already there bubbling within you. It can be contacted only there. The temple is not outside; you are the shrine of it. So the first thing to remember if you want to know what life is, is: never seek it without, never try to find out from somebody else. The meaning cannot be transferred that way. The greatest Masters have never said anything about life -- they have always thrown you back upon yourself.
The second thing to remember is: once you know what life is you will know what death is. Death is also part of the same process. Ordinarily we think death comes at the end, ordinarily we think death is against life; ordinarily we think death is the enemy, but death is not the enemy. And if you think of death as the enemy it simply shows that you have not been able to know what life is.
Death and life are two polarities of the same energy, of the same phenomenon -- the tide and the ebb, the day and the night, the summer and the winter. They are not separate and not opposites, not contraries; they are complementary. Death is not the end of life; in fact, it is a completion of one life, the crescendo of one life, the climax, the finale. And once you know your life and its process, then you understand what death is.
Death is an organic, integral part of life, and it is very friendly to life. Without it life cannot exist. Life exists because of death; death gives the background. Death is, in fact, a process of renewal. And death happens each moment. The moment you breathe in and the moment you breathe out, both happen. Breathing in, life happens; breathing out, death happens. That's why when a child is born the first thing he does is breathe in, then life starts. And when an old man is dying, the last thing he does is breathe out, then life departs. Breathing out is death, breathing in is life -- they are like two wheels of a bullock cart. You live by breathing in as much as you live by breathing out. The breathing out is part of breathing in. You cannot breathe in if you stop breathing out. You cannot live if you stop dying. The man who has understood what his life is allows death to happen; he welcomes it. He dies each moment and each moment he is resurrected. His cross and his resurrection are continually happening as a process. He dies to the past each moment and he is born again and again into the future.
If you look into life you will be able to know what death is. If you understand what death is, only then are you able to understand what life is. They are organic. Ordinarily, out of fear, we have created a division. We think that life is good and death is bad. We think that life has to be desired and death is to be avoided. We think somehow we have to protect ourselves against death. This absurd idea creates endless miseries in our lives, because a person who protects himself against death becomes incapable of living. He is the person who is afraid of exhaling, then he cannot inhale and he is stuck. Then he simply drags; his life is no longer a flow, his life is no longer a river.
If you really want to live you have to be ready to die. Who is afraid of death in you? Is life afraid of death? It is not possible. How can life 4e afraid of its own integral process? Something else is afraid in you. The ego is afraid in you. Life and death are not opposites; ego and death are opposites. Life and death are not opposites; ego and life are opposites. Ego is against both life and death. The ego is afraid to live and the ego is afraid to die. It is afraid to live because each effort, each step towards life, brings death closer.
If you live you are coming closer to dying. The ego is afraid to die, hence it is afraid to live also. The ego simply drags.
There are many people who are neither alive nor dead. This is worse than anything. A man who is fully alive is full of death also. That is the meaning of Jesus on the cross.
Jesus carrying his own cross has not really been understood. And he says to his disciples,
'You will have to carry your own cross.' The meaning of Jesus carrying his own cross is very simple, nothing but this: everybody has to carry his death continuously, everybody has to die each moment, and everybody has to be on the cross because that is the only way to live fully, totally.
Whenever you come to a total moment of aliveness, suddenly you will see death there also. In love it happens. In love, life comes to a climax -- hence people are afraid of love.
I have been continuously surprised by people who come to me and say they are afraid of love. What is the fear of love? It is because when you really love somebody your ego starts slipping and melting. You cannot love with the ego; the ego becomes a barrier. And when you want to drop the barrier the ego says, 'This is going to be a death. Beware!'
The death of the ego is not your death. The death of the ego is really your possibility of life. The ego is just a dead crust around you, it has to be broken and thrown away. It comes into being naturally -- just as when a traveler passes, dust collects on his clothes, on his body, and he has to take a bath to get rid of the dust.
As we move in time, dust of experiences, of knowledge, of lived life, of past, collects.
That dust becomes our ego. Accumulated, it becomes a crust around you which has to be broken and thrown away. One has to take a bath continuously -- every day, in fact every moment, so that this crust never becomes a prison. The ego is afraid to love because in love, life comes to a peak. But whenever there is a peak of life there is also a peak of death -- they go together.
In love you die and you are reborn. The same happens when you come to meditate or to pray, or when you come to a Master to surrender. The ego creates all sorts of difficulties,
Rationalizations not to surrender: 'Think about it, brood about it, is clever about it.' When you come to a Master, again the ego becomes suspicious, doubtful, creates anxiety,
Because again you are coming to life, to a flame where death will also be as much alive as life. Let it be remembered that death and life both become aflame together, they are never separate. If you are very, very minimally alive, at the minimum, then you can see death and life as being separate. The closer you come to the peak, the closer they start coming.
At the very apex they meet and become one. In love, in meditation, in trust, in prayer, wherever life becomes total, death is there. Without death, life cannot become total.
But the ego always thinks in divisions, in dualities; it divides everything. Existence is Indivisible; it cannot be divided. You were a child, and then you became young. Can you demark the line when you became young? Can you demark the point in time where suddenly you were no longer a child and you had become young? One day you become Old. Can you demark the line when you become old? Processes cannot be demarked. Exactly the same happens when you are born. Can you demark when you are born? When life really starts? Does it start when the child starts?
Breathing -- the doctor spanks the child and the child starts breathing? Is life born then? Or is it when the child got into the womb, when the mother became pregnant, when the Child was conceived? Does life start then? Or, even before that? When does life start? Exactly?
It is a process of no ending and no beginning. It never starts. When is a person dead? Is a person dead when the breathing stops? Many yogis have now proved on scientific grounds that they can stop breathing and they are still alive and they can come back. So the stopping of the breathing cannot be the end. Where does life end? It never ends anywhere, it never begins anywhere. We are involved in eternity. We have been here since the very beginning -- if there was any beginning -- and we are going to be here to the very end, if there is going to be any end. In fact, there cannot be any beginning and there cannot be any end. We are life -- even if forms change, bodies change, and minds change. What we call life is just identification with a certain body, with certain mind, with a certain attitude, and what we call death is nothing but getting out of that form, out of that body, out of that concept.
You change houses. If you get too identified with one house, then changing the house will be very painful. You will think that you are dying because the old house was what you were -- that was your identity. But this doesn't happen, because you know that you are only changing the house, you remain the same. Those who have looked within themselves, those who have found who they are, come to know an eternal, non-ending process. Life is a process, timeless, beyond time. Death is part of it.
Death is a continuous revival: a help to life to resurrect again and again, a help to life to get rid of old forms, to get rid of dilapidated buildings, to get rid of old confining structures so that again you can flow and you can again become fresh and young, and you can again become virgin. I have heard.
A man was browsing through an antique shop near Mount Vernon and ran across a rather ancient-looking axe. 'That's a mighty old axe you have there,' he said to the shop owner. 'Yes,' said the man, 'it once belonged to George Washington.' 'Really?' said the customer. 'It certainly stood up well.' 'Of course,' said the antique dealer, 'it has had three new handles and two new heads.'
But that's how life is -- it goes on changing handles and heads; in fact, it seems that everything goes on changing and yet something remains eternally the same. Just watch.
You were a child -- what has remained of that now? Just a memory. Your body has changed, your mind has changed, and your identity has changed. What has remained of your childhood? Nothing has remained, just a memory. You cannot make a distinction between whether it really happened, or you saw a dream, or you read it in a book, or somebody told you about it. Was the childhood yours or somebody else's? Sometimes have a look at the album of old photographs. Just see, this was you. You will not be able to believe it, you have changed so much. In fact everything has changed -- handles and heads and everything. But still, deep down, somewhere, something remains continuity; a witnessing remains continuous.
There is a thread, howsoever invisible. And everything goes on changing but that invisible thread remains the same. That thread is beyond life and death. Life and death are two wings for that which is beyond life and death.
That which is beyond goes on using life and death as two wheels of a cart, complementary. It lives through life; it lives through death. Death and life are its processes, like inhalation and exhalation.
But something in you is transcendental. THAT ART THOU...that which is
Transcendental. But we are too identified with the form -- that creates the ego. That's what we call 'I'. Of course the 'I' has to die many times. So it is constantly in fear, trembling, shaking, always afraid, protecting, and securing.
A Sufi mystic knocked at the door of a very rich man. He was a beggar and he wanted nothing but enough to have a meal.
The rich man shouted at him and said, 'Nobody knows you here!' 'But I know myself,' said the dervish. ‘How sad it would be if the reverse were true. If everybody knew me but I was not aware of whom I was, how sad it would be. Yes, you are right, nobody knows me here, but I know myself.'
These are the only two situations possible, and you are in the sad situation. Everybody may know about you -- who you are -- but you yourself are completely oblivious of your transcendence, of your real nature, of your authentic being. This is the only sadness in life. You can find many excuses, but the real sadness is this: you don't know who you are.
How can a person be happy not knowing who he is, not knowing from where he comes, and not knowing where he is going? A thousand and one problems arise because of this basic self-ignorance.
A bunch of ants came out of the darkness of their underground nest in search of food. It was early in the morning. The ants happened to pass by a plant whose leaves were covered with morning dew. 'What are these?' asked one of the ants, pointing to the dew-drops. 'Where do they come from?'
Some said, 'They come from the earth.'
Others said, 'they come from the sea.'
Soon a quarrel broke out -- there was a group who adhered to the sea theory, and a group who attached themselves to the earth theory.
Only one, a wise and intelligent ant, stood alone. He said, 'Let us pause a moment and look around for signs, for everything has an attraction towards its source. And, as it is said, everything returns to its origin. No matter how far into the air you throw a brick it comes down to the earth. Whatever leans towards the light, must originally be of the light.'
The ants were not totally convinced yet and were about to resume their dispute, but the sun had come up and the dew-drops were leaving the leaves, rising, rising towards the sun and disappearing into it.
Everything returns to its original source, has to return to its original source. If you - understand life then you understand death also. Life is a forgetfulness of the original source, and death is again a remembrance. Life is going away from the original source, death is coming back home. Death is not ugly, death is beautiful. But death is beautiful only for those who have lived their life unhindered, uninhibited. Unsuppressed Death is beautiful only for those who have lived their life beautifully, who have not been afraid to live, who have been courageous enough to live -- who loved, who danced, who celebrated.
Death becomes the ultimate celebration if your life is a celebration. Let me tell you in this way: whatsoever your life was, death reveals it. If you have been miserable in life, death reveals misery. Death is a great revealer. If you have been happy in your life, death reveals happiness. If you have lived only a life of physical comfort and physical pleasure, then of course, death is going to be very uncomfortable and very unpleasant, because the body has to be left. The body is just a temporary abode, a shrine in which we stay for the
Night and leave in the morning. It is not your permanent abode; it is not your home.
So if you have lived just a bodily life and you have never known anything beyond the body, death is going to be very, very ugly, unpleasant, and painful. Death is going to be anguish. But if you have lived a little higher than the body, if you have loved music and poetry, and you have loved, and you have looked at the flowers and the stars, and something of the non-physical has entered into your consciousness, death will not be so bad, death will not be so painful. You can take it with equanimity, but still it cannot be a celebration.
If you have touched something of the transcendental in yourself, if you have entered your own nothingness at the centre -- the centre of your being, where you are no more a body and no more a mind, where physical pleasures are completely left far away and mental pleasures such as music and poetry and literature and painting, everything, are left far away, you are simply, just pure awareness, consciousness -- then death is going to be a great celebration, a great understanding, a great revelation.
If you have known anything of the transcendental in you, death will reveal to you the transcendental in the universe -- then death is no longer a death but a meeting with God, a date with God.
So you can find three expressions about death in the history of human mind.
One expression is of the ordinary man who lives attached to his body, who has never known anything greater than the pleasure of food or sex, whose whole life has been nothing but food and sex, who has enjoyed food, has enjoyed sex, whose life has been very primitive, whose life has been very gross, who has lived in the porch of his palace, never entered it, and who had been thinking that this is all life is. At the moment of death he will try to cling. He will resist death, he will fight death. Death will come as the enemy.
Hence, all over the world, in all societies, death is depicted as dark, as devilish. In India they say that the messenger of death is very ugly -- dark, black -- and he comes sitting on a very big ugly buffalo. This is the ordinary attitude. These people have missed; they have not been able to know all the dimensions of life. They have not been able to touch the depths of life and they have not been able to fly to the height of life. They missed the plenitude, they missed the benediction.
Then there is a second type of expression. Poets, philosophers, have sometimes said that death is nothing bad, death is nothing evil, it is just restful -- a great rest, like sleep. This is better than the first. At least these people have known something beyond the body; they have known something of the mind. They have not had only food and sex, their whole life has not been only in eating and reproducing. They have a little sophistication of the soul; they are a little more aristocratic, more cultured. They say death is like great rest; one is tired and one goes into death and rests. It is restful. But they too are far away from the truth.
Those who have known life in its deepest core, they say that death is God. It is not only a rest but a resurrection, a new life, a new beginning; a new door opens.
When a Sufi mystic, Bayazid, was dying, people who had gathered around him – his disciples -- were suddenly surprised, because when the last moment came his face became radiant, powerfully radiant. It had a beautiful aura.
Bayazid was a beautiful man, and his disciples had always felt ar aura around him, but they had not known anything like this; so radiant.
They asked, 'Bayazid, tell us what has happened to you. What is happening to you?
Before you leave us, give us your last message.'
He opened his eyes and he said, 'God is welcoming me. I am going into his embrace.
Goodbye.'
He closed his eyes, his breathing stopped. But at the moment his breathing stopped there was an explosion of light, the room became full of light, and then it disappeared.
When a person has known the transcendental in him, death is nothing but another face of God. Then death has a dance to it. And unless you become capable of celebrating death itself, remember, you have missed life. The whole life is a preparation for this ultimate.
This world is made by and creates by the power that is senseless. God is without senses he is creating this world every time and enjoys every moment. With without senses but he creates man and women with mind, body, soul and many creatures, man is unique like but not completely comparative with self like that. God and man between some different men are with sense with mind but God is without mind and sense because God is without body. He is incarnation.
Which type God creates everything's without sense and why God gives man's sense with mind?
Answer is also in between the question everyone knows and acquaintance this truth of world with soul mind and body because God wants to enjoy every moment and he live only in present and man lives only past or in future this is very different God and man. God enjoys many sense and many mined every man's mind sense and with soul he knows that every creature is part of his existence but man's do not know only remember and think about to principal philosophical thought and theologian this is very mistaken and fault of man's mind. Man is very important for God because every thing appears for by men if anyone invents like computer or plane forever remember by his invention. And God is unique inventor and discoverer of in this world he invents man and discover his divine mind soul no man available in this world who create mind or soul but mind creates everything in this mysterious world. That is without sense and mind if mind is also related to God then and men no any type of difference it is not realty and truth because we see man but not completely see to God. God is not like men and God is every where in one time every part of every atom available but men is live one only one place and he live with body he don't live anywhere without body this is very powerful that is not comparable to god with men one stage is also where God and men is same this place is existence. God live hear on earth with entire universe without material body but man is not live everywhere only live on earth and one place with material body and his mind do not entirely or completely understand his mysterious soul or his existence.
You may have heard the name of tansen the greatest musician our country has produced.
A singer called Mukandan Misra and his wife lived in Behat near Gwalior. Tansen was their only child. It is said that he was a naughty child. Often, he run away to play in the forest, and soon learnt to imitate perfectly the calls of birds and animals.
A famous singer named Swami Haridas was once traveling through the forest with his disciple. Tired, the group settled down to rest in the shady grove. Tansen saw them.
‘Strangers in forest!’ he said to himself. It will be fun to frighten them’. He hide behind the tree and roared like a tiger. The little group of travelers scattered in fear but Swami Hridas called together. Don’t be afraid, “he said” tigers are not always dangerous. Let us look for this one.”
Suddenly, once of his men saw a small boy hiding behind the tree. “There are no tigers here, master,” he said. “Only this naughty boy.”
Swami Hridas did not punish him. He went to Tansen’s father and said, your son is very naughty. He is also very talented. I can make him a good singer.
Tansen was ten years old when he went away with Swami Hridas. He lived with him for eleven years; learning music can become a great singer. At about this time his parents died. Mukandan Misra’s dying wish was that Tansen should visit Mohammed Ghaus of Gwalior. Mohammed Ghaus was a holy man. Mukandan misra had long been devoted to him, and often visited him. While living in Gwalior with Mohammed Ghaus. Tansen was often taken to the court of Rani Mrignaini, with Mohammed Ghous. Tansen he meets and marred of the ladies of the court. Her name was Hussaini.
Hussaini also become Swami Haridas’s disciple. Tansen and Hussaini had five children who were all very musical. Tansen had, by this time, become very famous. Sometimes he sang before Emperor Akbar, who was so impressed by him that he instead Tansen should join his court.
Tansen went to Akbar’s court in 1556, and soon became a great favourite of the Emperor. Akbar would call upon Tansen to sing at any time during the day or night. Quite often he would just walk into Tansen’s house to hear to him practice. He also gave him many presents. Some of the courtiers become jealous of Tansen. “We shall never be able to rest till Tansen is ruined,” They declared. One of the courtiers, shuaukat Mian, had a bright idea.
“Let us make him sing Raga Deepak”, he said.
“How will that help us?” asked another man.
“If Raga Deepak is properly sung, it makes the air so hot that the singer burnt to ashes. Tansen is very good singer. If he sings Raga Deepak, he will die and we will be ride of him.”
Shaukat Mian went to Akbar and said “We don’t think Tansen is a great singer Let us test him. Tell him to sing Deepak. Only the gretest singer can sing properly.”
“Of course he can sing it. Tansen can sing anthing”. Akbar said. Tansen was afired, but could not disobey the king. Very well, my lord,” he said, but give me time to prepare myself.” Tansen went home. He had never been moredowcast and unhappy. I can sing the Raga, he told his wife, “but the heat it gives off will not only set the lamps light, it will also burn me ashes.” Then he had an idea. “If someone sings Raga Megh at the same time, and sing it properly, it will bring rain. Perhaps our daughter, Saraswati, and his friends Rupvati, could do it,” he said.
He taught the two girls to sing Raga Megh. They practiced night and day for two weeks. Tansen told them, “You must wait till the lamps starts burning, and then you start singing.
The legent goes that on the appointed day the whole towan assembled to hear Tansen sing Raga Deepak. When he began to sing, the air become warm. Soon people in the audience were bathed in perspiration. Te lives on the trees dried up and fell to the ground. As the continued, birds fell dead because of the heat the water in the rivers began to boil. People cried out in the terror as flames shot up out of now where and lighted the lamps.
At once Saraswati and Rupvati begn to sing Raga Megh. The sky clouded over and the rain come dowan. Tansen was saved. The story goes that he was very ill after this, and Akbar was sorry that he had caused him so much suffering. He punished Tansen’s enemies. When Tansen got well, the entire city rejoiced.
God have no eyed no ear no nose and no hand or leg no mind no soul and no body but man have many things. God is complete without man it is our thinking but not reality God is part of man’s soul when man soul completely free from fear and pain desire of any type. When man is enjoy his entire existence. in this time man is live only his mind not existence or not in his hurt man live with his wisdom this is only life of material foundation but not internal compromising if man compromising internal and external then man is complete without this compromising man is half like bulb without current it dangerous for entire universal creature who is live any form of any where in the universe. God is nothing like senseless but not ignore he is very strong no power in this world that is compeer to God’s power. Man’s power indirectly come from God if search then you find out that every type of energy‘s main source is God but not directly he indirectly and very subtly. Man and women and every type of creature some of very subtle that is not seen by material eye or binocular that is also participants our universe. This is our responsibility that maintain and sustained this earth in this time we are very clear see that world and conditions of earth is not very good or satisfactory this is very fact of life we are not accept our wrong habit and self jealous is destroyed everything’s and every things personal life is also affected but we are very irresponsible about our existence. Every creature is create by the power of disappear and senseless that is called God. it is not says by me but our old and very popular and famous religion scripture like Vedas Upanishad and philosophy of world and theory of every things loudly says that is power but not power we are compeers with man power or our device material or power of electronic engineers or scientist with mechanical things. God not think like men or not thought and not feel like man. Man’s every action is related to self growing and self profit to destroyed other this police of cunning mind of men like two modern war is example first and second. This type of war related to one country to another country ego. But one war is also in every family in every time cause is personal ego. Not end hear man is divided several type and he destroyed him self and fight with self aim and ego that is learn to society and But God is not like man cunning mind that is very clear and like pure no any type of pollution mix in God because God have no mind and no sense that is pure cosmic energy who is flowing every where and every time. God is pure natural no any type of artificial this belong to him.
In the village in Iran there once lived a shepherd. He was a very poor. He did not have even a small cottage of his own. He had never been to school or learnt to read and write, for there were very few schools in those days.
Though poor and uneducated, this shepherd was very wise. He understand people’s sorrows and troubles, and helped them face there problem with courage and common sense. Many people come to him for advice. Soon he becomes famous for his wisdom and friendly nature. The king of the country heard about him, and thought of meeting him.
Disguised as shepherd and riding on a mule one day the king come to the cave where the wise shepherd lived. As soon as the shepherd saw the traveler coming towards the cave, he rose to welcome him. He took the tired traveler inside the cave, gave him water to drink and share his one meager meal. The king rested for the night in cave and was greatly impressed by the shepherd’s hospitality and wise conversation.
Though still tired, the king decided to depart the next morning. He said, “Many thanks for your kindness to a poor traveler. I have a long way to go. Permit me to leave.”
Looking straight in to the eyes of his guest, the shepherd replied, “thank you, Your Majesty, for paying for me the compliment of a visit.”
The king was astonished as well as pleased. ‘He is indeed very wise. He thought to himself. ‘I need people like him to work for me,’ and the king appointed the humble shepherd the governor of a small district.
Although he rose to power and dignity, the shepherd remained as humble as ever. People loved and honored him for his wisdom, sympathy and goodness. He was kind and just to one and all. His fame as a fair and wise governor soon spread throughout the country.
Now the governors of other provinces grew terrible jealous of him and began to talk to the king against him. They Said, “He is very dishonest, and keeps for himself part of the money that he collects as tax from the people,” Why did he always carry with him, they added, an iron chest? Perhaps he carried in it the treasure that he had secretly collected. After all they said mockingly, he was an ordinary shepherd and could behave no better.
At first the king did not pay attention to these reports, but how long could he ignore these governors and their endless story about the shepherd? One thing was certain, the king discovered. The new governor did carry an iron chest with him all the time.
So one day, the new governor was summoned to the palace. He come riding on his camel, and to everyone delight, the famous iron chest was there fastened securely behind him on the camel’s back.
Now the king was angry. He thundered, “Why do you always carry that iron chest wit you? What does it contain?”
The governor smiled, he asked his servant to bring to the chest. How eagerly the people standing around waited for the shepherd to found out! But how great was there astonishment, and even of the king himself, when the chest was opened! No gold or silver or jewels but an old blanket was all that come out. Holding it up proudly, the shepherd said, “This, my dear master, my only treasure. I always carry it with me.”
“But why do you carry such an ordinary blanket with you? Surely, you are the governor of district?” the king asked. To which the shepherd heard replied with quiet dignity, “This blanket is my oldest friend. It will still protect me if, at any time, Your Majesty should wish to take away me new cloaks.”
How pleased the king was, and how embarrassed the jealous governors become to hear the wise man’s reply! Now they knew shepherd was indeed the humblest and the wisest man in the land. The king mad him the governor of a much bigger district that very day.
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