The Wise One chatted up: ‘A Guru has come into the village.’
‘I know,’ said the Mango Tree.
‘You know? How?’
‘They rested right here under on their way to the village.’
‘Oh…last evening, had gone to the hut where he is staying…a steady stream of people kept up going in.’
‘Hear any wise words from him?’
‘No, there was no pravachan. Just people fussing about…he seems to enjoy all their attention and adulation…just like us.’
‘Well, his way of staying connected with the world for what it is, I would think. And be reminded, yes, he’s just like us.’
End
Sanmargam 