TWO
YOGIS
By
Michael
Edwin Q.
Swami Rama wrapped in a single
white piece of cloth, and his hand on his walking staff. He walked slowly, his
eye always on his goal far in the distance the great mountains of the
Himalayans.
“Oh, great Swami, where do you travel?”
a voice on the side of the road cried.
Swami Rama looked to see a Yogi,
seated in Lotus position. A great anthill grew alongside of his body and head.
“I go to the great mountains to
have a conference with God,” Swami Rama said.
“I have remained in this position
for many years, even thought the ants build this great anthill alongside of my
body,” the Yogi said. “I do this to make restitution for my Karma that I may
enter into heaven. When you are with God, ask him how many more lives I must be
reincarnated into before I may enter heaven.”
“I will do that for you,” Swami
Rama replied, and he walked on.
Further down the road, he met
another Yogi. This man was fat and naked. He was eating and drinking, and
dancing and singing around a campfire.
“Where are you going?” the Yogi
called out.
“I’m going to the great mountain
to meet with God,” Swami Rama answered.
“When you see him,” the Yogi said,
“ask him how many more lives I must live before I am called home.”
“I will,” Swami Rama said.
Years later, after he had been
with God, Swami Rama was returning home, walking along the same road. He came
on the Yogi still in Lotus the position. The anthill that grew on the side of
his body was even larger. The ants infested his hair. They crawled in his eyes
and in his nostrils.
“Tell me,” the Yogi said,” what
has God said. How many more lives of this torture must I endure before I am
called home?”
“He says you have but only two
more lifetimes to live before being called home,” Swami Rama replied.
The Yogi began to weep. “Two more
lifetimes…how will I ever succeed?”
Further down the road, Swami Rama
came on the happy Yogi.
“So what does God say?” the
dancing Yogi called out.
“You see that Tamarind tree,”
Swami Rama said. “As many leaves on that tree, as many lives you must live.”
“So be it,” the Yogi laughed.
“Then I will spend that time being happy and making others happy.”
In that instant, a strong wind
rose up and tore all the leaves from the Tamarind tree. The Yogi disappeared in
the blink of an eye.
THE
END
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