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 was no furniture at all! The American could not conceive of
a living space without any furniture. He immediately asked, “Where is your
furniture, sir?”
And the old Sufi laughed and he
said, “And where is yours?”
And the American said, “Of course I
am a tourist here. I cannot go on carrying my furniture!”
And the old man said, “So am I a
tourist for only just a few days, and then I will be gone, just as you will be
gone.”
This world is just a pilgrimage — of
great significance, but not a place to belong to, not a place to become part of
Remain a lotus leaf, as Kabir says.
Osho – “The Guest”
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