Anonymous A started this discussion 7 years ago#76,839
I heard of a wise man who was 120 years old. He lived on the top of a small mountain in Tibet, in a simple hut. Devotees would take his food to him once a week. He would meditate most of the time. I was told that, if I wanted to learn true wisdom, I should go see him. I spent two days getting to the top of that mountain. In rain, in mud, on rocks: I arrived beaten, bloody, and filthy. There was the wise old man. Without a word, he gestured to a pool. I bathed in it and then he gave me a disciple’s robe to put on, a white, flowing tunic. He sat, legs crossed, on top of a rock, and I sat in similar style on the ground in front of him and below him. I did not even have to ask him what I sought. He already knew.
“My son, you have come to me to seek the ultimate wisdom, the one truth of life, of the universe, that you need to become enlightened,” he stated in a calm, baritone voice, a voice that sounded so young and virile when compared to his immense age. I merely nodded.
“Here then, my son,” he continued, “is the truth you need. Here is wisdom and understanding. Here is the one truth of the universe without which you cannot become enlightened!”