A Man Named Sage

Kamal Roohani | 21-Jan-2017

Yushutzu, a small village in far-east Tibet had a charm of its own.Early mornings carried with them the smell of the wet misty earth, the joy of birds and the emerald rays of the sun creating a scenic magnificence. The climate was pleasant and the winters were not very freezing. High-spirited, hardworking and humble were the menfolk. Close-knit community mostly agriculturists and pleasing natures who tilled their land for means of survival.

A man named sage

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In the heart of this village, there lived a learned man in his late 50’s and his name was Sage. The name itself said it all and he was revered by his people. He had exemplified qualities of being humane and compassion that softly flowed like subtle wine to the broken-hearted.  A pleasant personality, never looked his age, had loads of charisma, was gifted with calm and joyful features and responded to any challenges with the calmness of a frozen lake. No difference of opinion could be noticed in and around his circle. His easygoing voice and contagious smile indicated his coming.

Golden-brown eyes had a story to tell of its own, saw the world in all its true grandeur, love and laughter poured forth from them melting the senses of the beholder. Faultless complexion not an inch of flaw, as if God had specially made him from his own perfection. White-snowy hair so long and soft they nearly touched almost to his shoulders. An observer would not know where to look but stare in awe at him. Dressed so unpretentiously, no arrogance about him, a wrap-around robe, half torn sandals that covered his feet.

In his young days, Sage had the chance to serve monks and many learned men from varied cultures who gave him pearls of wisdom and knowledge from their valuable intuitions. In his free time, he studied from the scriptures, read lots of legends of the historical periods and listened to significant stories on Divine Love and what is the essence to live a life of simplicity. He was a man of few words and spoke from his heart. To him, silence spoke greater than words. He always went by this saying: “The wise do not talk. They only talk when they are spoken to.”

Sage had a simple way of living. His meals were taken care of by the village folks and he had no money to himself as he had no requirement for anything and was thoroughly contented. His only aim in life was to share his knowledge to the people of his village so that they can all love each other and live a life of harmony and be amicable to one and all.  In the evening's people from the village and other neighbouring villages too would gather in the courtyard at the main square and listen to his talks. Sage would welcome one and all with a gentle smile and with folded hands say a kind of ‘Namaste’, thanks to the Father who is in all of us and would be open to discussions.  He would be quietly listening to whoever wanted to say something to him and give a suitable reply that would be appropriate to that person. Sometimes he would read and explain from the scriptures too.

There were days when folks would tell him to say stories which he was very adept at and he loved telling them meaningful and inspiring stories that had an immense impact on their way of living.  Sage told the people who had gathered, to stay away from fights and settle them in a pleasant manner without having feelings of hatred, anger, greed or jealousy. Life was very simple and one had to trust and be truthful in all their endeavours but we as humans had made life very complicated.

God who is so merciful and benevolent is in one and all and he has never made distinctions of caste and creed. In his eyes, there is nothing like good or bad. They are all in the realm of duality. All are One and there is no one who is Separate or Left Out. An apt story he narrated that kept them completely engrossed:

‘In a village, there was a great notorious robber and he had the habit of stealing and killing people. He was not scared of anyone in the village and at night when the folks were sleeping in the house, he would go and rob them and if they would get up by the slightest noise, would kill them too and run away with the booty.  The folks were so unhappy and found ways to catch him but he was as slippery as an eel and he could not be caught even after they laid a trap to nab him. 

One day he entered a house to rob it, but there he found a young woman in acute pain, just about to give birth to a child.  She was all alone as her family members had gone to attend a marriage and she could not accompany them because of her condition.  The thief seeing her hapless condition had a feeling of empathy towards her and with what little knowledge he had, at once helped her deliver the child and made her as comfortable as he could.

Then he went outside to steal food and clothing for the woman which he found in few shops that were open and went and robbed whatever he could lay his hands on. He had no other choice as he had to go and keep her warm. He then stayed with the woman and her child until he knew that they were all right. He then went on his way and continued to do whatever he always did, rob and steal from others.

Sage, asked the people who had gathered: ‘Well now tell me what do you think of this robber?  Is he bad or good? You could call him bad because he is a notorious robber who keeps on stealing and killing people no end, but then he has also done a good turn in his life for the first time by saving the life of the woman and her child and you could even call him a good person. So there is nothing like good or bad. It all depends on the situation and circumstances that befall us”.

After the story was over all the village folks took leave of Sage and departed to their houses, happy and contented. Sage too was very pleased that he could promote a sense of Love and Kindness amongst all his fellow-beings. Life only comes around once in a while so we need to do whatever makes others happy because nothing is permanent all is a transient show. He knew how to adjust himself in every situation as deep down he knew he was never alone and the Divine was with him guiding and helping him.

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About the Author
Kamal Roohani
I work for a multi-organization and love to write stories and poetries that are quite friendly and adds values to the reader who would enjoy reading. I would love to make our World a better place for all of us to live by spreading love, happiness and peace.