A 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.
A Tourist – Philosophical Stories
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