Once upon a time, there was a King with a vast kingdom. The King possessed the Magical powers of ruling, guiding and leading his people without meeting them physically. All they had to do was, just make a wish and it was granted. In return, He just wanted them to follow the rules of His Kingdom, ensuring peace to prevail. He told them to Worship Him and nobody else.
In the same Kingdom, every evening, there used to be a sitting . A grand sitting in the Bazaar. Discussing prayers, ways of worshipping, practices and Life issues in general. The discussion was generally headed by a poor beggar. Sufi within himself, the legend says, he was the richest and the closest of King.
One evening, one of the most regular visitors decided to ask a question. The inquirer was a famous, rich merchant with successful, stable life. He was also famous for his religious practices. He went up to the beggar and asked, "The King has given me everything I could ever imagine. How. then, do I know if I really love Him the most and Worship Him the way He wants me to? So that, I remain in His good books forever?"
The sun was now shining its warm light. The beggar smiled. He looked around. He always carried a small bag with his total life belongings. He took out a small thin object covered with black cloth from his bag. He held it in his palm facing the setting sun and asked the merchant what could he see in his palm. The merchant, confused, said he could see the piece of black dirty cloth.
The beggar smiled. He then asked the merchant to see him at noon the next day. The news spread, driven by curiosity; the next day at noon, the whole town gathered along with the merchant at the bazaar. The beggar was sitting and playing with his instruments. He looked up and smiled upon seeing the merchant.
The merchant was growing impatient now. Agitated, he asked the beggar what he wanted him to see. He also reminded how his question hadn't been answered yet. The beggar, patiently, took out the object covered with black cloth again from his bag. He placed it on his palm again and faced towards the Shining Sun. He then asked, what could the merchant see. in the palm Frustrated and annoyed, the merchant said, I can see what I saw yesterday. Nothing but a plain dark dirty black piece of cloth. The beggar then, removed the black cloth from the object. Blinded with Light, the merchant instantly covered his eyes. The object was a mirror reflecting the Sharp Light from the Shining Sun.
He asked the merchant again, "What can you see now in his palm?". The merchant replied, "The Shining Sun".
Everybody stood confused. Scratching his head, the merchant said, "But I don't get it. How does this tell me If I am worshipping and pleasing the King, the way he wants me to?
The beggar smiled again. He said, "Look at the mirror and test for yourself. If your actions, your thoughts - regardless of their relevance to the King Himself, are reflecting His Attributes; then know it for sure, you are Worshipping Him just the Way He wants. For the King will reflect His Grandeur through you.
But if your existence is not reflecting His Grandeur, then check for the black cloak of ego on you. Feel the cloak that you mistakenly worship instead of the King. For it will never let you worship the King. For its darkness will block you from reflecting and pleasing The
One.
In the same Kingdom, every evening, there used to be a sitting . A grand sitting in the Bazaar. Discussing prayers, ways of worshipping, practices and Life issues in general. The discussion was generally headed by a poor beggar. Sufi within himself, the legend says, he was the richest and the closest of King.
One evening, one of the most regular visitors decided to ask a question. The inquirer was a famous, rich merchant with successful, stable life. He was also famous for his religious practices. He went up to the beggar and asked, "The King has given me everything I could ever imagine. How. then, do I know if I really love Him the most and Worship Him the way He wants me to? So that, I remain in His good books forever?"
The sun was now shining its warm light. The beggar smiled. He looked around. He always carried a small bag with his total life belongings. He took out a small thin object covered with black cloth from his bag. He held it in his palm facing the setting sun and asked the merchant what could he see in his palm. The merchant, confused, said he could see the piece of black dirty cloth.
The beggar smiled. He then asked the merchant to see him at noon the next day. The news spread, driven by curiosity; the next day at noon, the whole town gathered along with the merchant at the bazaar. The beggar was sitting and playing with his instruments. He looked up and smiled upon seeing the merchant.
The merchant was growing impatient now. Agitated, he asked the beggar what he wanted him to see. He also reminded how his question hadn't been answered yet. The beggar, patiently, took out the object covered with black cloth again from his bag. He placed it on his palm again and faced towards the Shining Sun. He then asked, what could the merchant see. in the palm Frustrated and annoyed, the merchant said, I can see what I saw yesterday. Nothing but a plain dark dirty black piece of cloth. The beggar then, removed the black cloth from the object. Blinded with Light, the merchant instantly covered his eyes. The object was a mirror reflecting the Sharp Light from the Shining Sun.
He asked the merchant again, "What can you see now in his palm?". The merchant replied, "The Shining Sun".
Everybody stood confused. Scratching his head, the merchant said, "But I don't get it. How does this tell me If I am worshipping and pleasing the King, the way he wants me to?
The beggar smiled again. He said, "Look at the mirror and test for yourself. If your actions, your thoughts - regardless of their relevance to the King Himself, are reflecting His Attributes; then know it for sure, you are Worshipping Him just the Way He wants. For the King will reflect His Grandeur through you.
But if your existence is not reflecting His Grandeur, then check for the black cloak of ego on you. Feel the cloak that you mistakenly worship instead of the King. For it will never let you worship the King. For its darkness will block you from reflecting and pleasing The
One.
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