Theodore Roosevelt, 26th President of the U.S. was once returning from Africa and he received the most affectionate and exuberant welcome as his ship steamed into New York harbour. Bands were playing, soldiers, sailors and marines saluted him, pretty girls greeted him. Ships in the harbour sprayed water in a festive white arc, and the throngs of people shouted their welcome to him.
On the same ship, a mystic, a very old wise man, was also returning. A few old friends greeted him off in a corner, trying to be heard in the tumultuous noise.
One of them said, "We are sorry we can't welcome you home as Theodore Roosevelt is being welcomed."
To which the mystic responded, as he pointed upward, "That's all right! ....I'm not home yet!"
Moral of the Story ....
Friends, this world is no home, it is only accidental, illusory .... just ripples on the surface, waves. Whatsoever we all are doing is nothing but making card houses or trying to sail paper boats and they are doomed to drown.
Only if we can realize this, we can become a little more alert about our sleepiness and then we can start moving more and more towards consciousness. When things are no longer important, except the consciousness, a new search, a new door opens. Then we don’t rush towards the without, but start slipping into the within. Friends, the kingdom of God is within.
Once we can drop identifying with the objects and things, suddenly we are no longer fighting ....it becomes pointless and we start moving with the river of existence....!!
Friends, arrival at home is indeed effortless....!!
Have a Great Day Friends!
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