A Slave of my Slave
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Alexander the Great met an Indian Yogi during his visit to India. The yogi’s eyes shone with a strange light. Alexander bowed to the yogi respectfully and invited his to come to Greece along with him. “I will give you everything you ask for. But pray, do come with me! My people would love to meet you”, he said.
The yogi quietly answered, “I need nothing! I am happy where I am in this jungle”. Not used to his requests and demands refused. Alexander the Great was wild with anger. He took his sword and said, “Do you know who I am! I am Alexander the Great king. If you do not listen to me, I shall kill you”.
The yogi smiled; he was unshaken. “You cannot kill me! You can only kill my body. The body is a garment that I have worn. I am not the body. I am that which dwells in the body. O king! You say you are a king. May I tell you who you are? You are a slave of my slave!”
Alexander was stunned. “How do you say that I am a slave of your slave?!” he questioned. The yogi said in all compassion, “I have mastered anger. Anger is my slave. But you easily gave way to anger. Therefore, a slave of my slave”.
Alexander was left speechless.
11:39 PM
Interesting, but I am having a hard time reading your yellow text, can hardly even tell it is there!
Yours in Health