Good morning readers,
I hope you are starting/ending your day with a big smile on your face.
I have heard an ancient Sufi parable that I am going to share with you today. This Sufi parable is from Osho’s secret series. The story goes like this…Two disciples of a great Master were walking in the garden of the Master’s house. They were allowed to walk every day, morning, evening. The walking was a kind of meditation, a walking meditation — just as Zen people do walking meditation. You cannot sit for twenty-four hours — the legs need a little movement, the blood needs a little circulation — so in Zen and Sufism both, you meditate for a few hours sitting, and then you start meditating walking. But the meditation continues; walking or sitting, the inner current remains the same.
They both were smokers. They both wanted to ask for the permission of the Master, so they both decided, “Tomorrow. At most, he will say no, but we are going to ask. And it doesn’t seem such a sacrilegious act to smoke in the garden; we will not be smoking in his house itself. ”
The next day they met in the backyard. One was furious — furious because the other was smoking — and he said, “What happened? I also asked, but he only flatly refused and said no. And you are smoking? Are you not abiding by his orders?”
He said, “But he has said yes to me.
“This looked very unjust. And the first said, “I will go and immediately ask about why he said no to me and yes to you.”
The other said, “Wait a minute. Please tell me what you had asked.” He said, “What I had asked? I had asked a simple thing, ‘Can I smoke while meditating?’ He said, ‘No!’ and he looked outraged. ”
The other started laughing; he said, “Now I know what the matter is. I asked, ‘Can I meditate while smoking?’ He said ‘yes.’”
It all depends on. Just a little different and life is something else. Now, there is a significant difference. Asking, “Can I smoke while meditating?” is just ugly. But asking, ” Can I meditate while smoking?” — It’s normal. Good! At least you will be meditating.
Life is neither misery nor bliss. Life is an empty canvas, and we can paint our life with the color of our choice. Let’s horses of our imagination run wild.
Love and Sunshine.