A famous spiritual teacher came to the front door of the
king’s palace. None of the guards tried to stop him as he entered and made his
way to where the king himself was sitting on his throne.
“What do you want?”, asked the king, immediately recognizing
the visitor.
“I would like a place to sleep in this inn”. Replied the
teacher.
“But, this is not an inn,”, said the king. “It’s my palace”.
“May I ask who owned this palace before you?”
“My father. He is dead”.
“And who owned it before him?”.
“My grand-father. He too is dead”.
“And this place is where people live for a short time, and
move on – did I hear you say that it is not an inn?”
Reflection: We are all here for just a short time, and then move
on. Nothing in life is permanent. Materialism and wealth
makes you think will last forever. It's
all defense against the realization that everything eventually passes away.
Cheers!
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