I am sharing with you this beautiful story that I read many years ago. It expresses for me a true essence of ‘Reality’. Enjoy!
A man had been walking in the desert for so long that he could no longer remember where he came from. He was truly lost & without hope, and laid down in the sand waiting for death to take him.
Just then the figure of a woman emerged from the shimmering heat and took his hand. “Come with me” she said. She helped him to his feet and they walked for some time until they came to a village where she took him into her house. “You can stay here with me.”
The woman nursed him back to health and soon he was well enough to help her with the household chores. One day she asked him to go to the market and bring back food for their evening meal. “Gladly, but I have no money” said the man.
“We don’t use money” she replied. “Choose what you want and when the stall holder asks, ‘Is it for today and only for today?’ all you have you do is say ‘Yes, it’s for today and only for today’ and they will give it to you.”
So the man went to find the stalls in the village square. They were covered with fruit and bread, meat and cheese, milk and honey, sweets and pastries. He chose some dates, a loaf of bread and some goat’s cheese. Each time the stall holder asked him, “Is it for today and only for today?” When he said “Yes, it’s for today and only for today”, they put the goods into his basket and he took them home for supper.
Things went on like this for some time and he lived happily with the woman in her house. Then one day he went to the market and he saw strawberries! He loved strawberries; his mouth watered at the sight of them. He had never seen them in the market before, perhaps they were in short supply. He asked the stall holder for some and then some more and still more until his basket was piled high. “Are they for today and only for today?” asked the stall holder. “Yes, they are for today and only for today” said the man, secretly relishing the prospect of strawberries today, tomorrow and the day after.
When he got home, he put a bowl of them on the table for the evening meal and stored the rest in a cool place. The woman came in and sat down to have supper. “Thank you” she said. “I love strawberries.” “Then you’ll love this” said the man. He took the woman by the hand and showed her the strawberries he had stored. There was a great heap of them, glistening red and juicy, far more than they could eat. “Look” he said. “We’ll have some tomorrow and the day after too.”
The woman looked but said nothing; then she picked up a metal pot and spoon and went out into the street, banging them together as hard as she could. “There’s a tomorrow man in here” she yelled. “He’s a tomorrow man!” She shouted the words over and over until the whole village came running. They drove the man out of the house, along the street and chased him out of the village, back into the desert from which he had come.
He wandered for such a long time that he could no longer remember where he came from, he was truly lost & without hope, and laid down in the sand waiting for death to take him.
Just then the figure of a woman emerged from the shimmering heat and took his hand. “Come with me” she said…………………………..and so it continues…….until………………
Source: Geoff Mead