The Guru meditating in his Himalayan cave opened his eyes to discover an unexpected visitor sitting there before him —- the abbot of a well – known monastery.
“What is it you see?” asked the Guru.
The abbot recounted a tale of woe. At one time his monastery had been famous throughout the western world. Its cells were filled with young aspirants and its church resounded to the chant of its monks. But hard times had come on the monastery. People no longer flocked there to nourish their spirit. The stream of young aspirants had dried up, the church was silent. There was only a handful of monks left and they went about their duties with heavy hearts.
How this is what the abbot wanted to know: “Is it because of some sin of ours that the monastery has been reduced to this state?”
“Yes,” said the guru, “a sin of ignorance.”
“And what sin might that be?
“One of your member is the messiah in disguise and you are ignorant of this.” Having said that the guru closed his returned to his meditation.
Throughout the abbot journey back to his monastery the abbot’s heart beat fast at the thought that messiah — but the messiah himself — had returned to the earth and was right there in the monastery. How is it he has failed to recognize him? And who could it be? Brother Cook ? Brother Sacristan ? No, not he; he had too many defects alas,. But then the guru had said he was in disguise. Could those defects, alas, but then the guru had said he was in disguise. Could those defects be one of his disguise? Come to think of it, everyone in monastery had defects. And one of them had to be the messiah!
Back in the monastery he assembled the monks and told them what he had discovered. They looked at one another in disbelief. The messiah? Here? Incredible ! But he was supposed to be here in disguise. So maybe, What if it were so –and-so? Or the other one over there? Or….
One thing was certain: if the messiah was there in disguise it was not likely that they would recognize him. So they took to treating everyone with respect and consideration. “You never know,” they said it to themselves when they dealt with one another, “maybe this is the one.”
The result of this was that the atmosphere in the monastery became vibrant with joy. Soon dozens of aspirants were seeking admission to the order — and once again the church re-echoed with the holy and joyful chant of monks who were aglow with the spirit of love.
Of what use is it to have eyes if the heart is blind?
And the heart can open only by meditation. So let us all commit ourselves to do this 15 min puja twice a day to grow in love. 24 hours of day we give your time to outside achievement, can’t we give 30 min to our selves, just to be?
MORAL : Meditate and grow in love !