There once was a sage
walking down a strange path,
in a place he had never been before.
With each step and beat of his heart
he could hear the music in his soul
echoed by all the life around him.
With each breath
he drew the beautiful landscape within
and felt it tingle in his marrow.
“A feast of love.” he thought happily.
This sage had suffered greatly in his past
for many transgressions against himself,
but had found forgiveness
in the true heart of his being
from the spirit of us all who dwells there.
And then, the spirit of his true heart spoke,
“Around the next bend,
there is a thief who waits
to rob you.”
“He is one who´s heart is closed.
He cannot partake of the feast you enjoy.
He is in fact, starving
and knows no love.”
The sage then asked his spirit,
“Shouldn´t I then turn away
or choose some different path?”
Shouldn´t I avoid the thief?”
“Don´t be afraid,” the spirit said,
“for you are not alone
and there is no other path
“For fear will close your heart
and you will loose
what you have gained anyway.”
And so, they rounded the bend together.
There was the thief, waiting.
The first thing the sage noticed
was that the thief was pinched in pain
and his face was somehow familiar.
“How can I help you?” asked the sage.
The thief answered by pointing his gun,
“Give me all your money,
for I am hungry!”
“Isn´t there some other way I can help you?
I have so little. It couldn´t make much difference.”
“It´s people like you who have ruined me
and kept from me what should be mine!
Hand it over!” the thief said.
So the sage emptied his pockets.
“Take it then, it´s all I have,
and may you find forgiveness
in your heart.”
“I have no heart,” said the theif.
“Who would forgive someone like me?
My life has been nothing but bitterness and fear,
so now, I take what I want.”
“Poor soul!” cried the sage.
“If only I could give you more,
some fruit that didn´t taste of bile
and would really nourish you!”
The thief paled and stepped back in fear,
“Keep away from me, naïve idiot!” he yelled,
“for surely you would only betray me
like all the others before!”
When the thief had run away,
the sage stood there in the path,
his spirit standing beside him,
a tear for the thief on his cheek.
They walked on, side by side
as the beauty of their surroundings
entered his heart once again.
“Perhaps he is not ready.” the spirit said.
Further down the path he found a bag
containing a few coins,
the very ones that had been stolen,
and all he would need for the day.
“A pity the thief couldn´t use them,”
the spirit said.
That night, as the sage rested,
he invoked the image of the thief in his mind.
He was still starving and full of pain and bitterness
and he cradled the thiefs head in his loving arms,
shocked to notice that the thief
was but another form of his spirit within.
“Can you forgive me?”
the sage asked the thief.
“Can you forgive me?”
the thief asked the sage.