Inspiration -- A tale for young and old

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[From Integral Yoga Literature - By the Mother]

The Virtues

(A tale for young and old)

Once upon a time there was a splendid palace, in the heart of which lay a secret

sanctuary, whose threshold no being had ever crossed. Furthermore, even its

outermost galleries were almost inaccessible to mortals, for the palace stood

on a very high cloud, and very few, in any age, could find the way to it.

It was the palace of Truth.

One day a festival was held there, not for men but for very different beings,

gods and goddesses great and small, who on earth are honoured by the name of

Virtues.

The vestibule of the palace was a great hall, where the walls, the floor, the

ceiling, luminous in themselves, were resplendent with a myriad glittering

fires.

It was the Hall of Intelligence. Near to the ground, the light was very soft and

had a beautiful deep sapphire hue, but it became gradually clearer towards the

ceiling, from which girandoles of diamonds hung like chandeliers, their myriad

facets shooting dazzling rays.

The Virtues came separately, but soon formed congenial groups, full of joy to

find themselves for once at least together, for they are usually so widely

scattered throughout the world and the worlds, so isolated amid so many alien

beings.

Sincerity reigned over the festival. She was dressed in a transparent robe, like

clear water, and held in her hand a cube of purest crystal, through which things

can be seen as they really are, far different from what they usually seem, for

there their image is reflected without distortion.

Near to her, like two faithful guardians, stood Humility, at once respectful and

proud, and Courage, lofty-browed, clear-eyed, his lips firm and smiling, with a

calm and resolute air.

Close beside Courage, her hand in his, stood a woman, completely veiled, of whom

nothing could be seen but her searching eyes, shining through her veils. It was

Prudence.

Among them all, coming and going from one to another and yet seeming always to

remain near to each one, Charity, at once vigilant and calm, active and yet

discrete, left behind her as she passed through the groups a trail of soft

white light. The light that she spreads and softens comes to her, through a

radiance so subtle that it is invisible to most eyes, from her closest friend,

her inseparable companion, her twin sister, Justice.

And around Charity thronged a shining escort, Kindness, Patience, Gentleness,

Solicitude, and many others.

All of them are there, or so at least they think.

But then suddenly, at the golden threshold, a newcomer appears.

With great reluctance the guards, set to watch the gates, have agreed to admit

her. Never before had they seen her, and there was nothing in her appearance to

impress them.

She was indeed very young and slight, and the white dress which she wore was

very simple, almost poor. She takes a few steps forward with a shy, embarrassed

air. Then, apparently ill at ease to find herself in such a large and brilliant

company, she pauses, not knowing towards whom she should go.

After a brief exchange with her companions, Prudence steps forward at their

request and goes towards the stranger. Then, after clearing her throat, as

people do when they are embarrassed, to give herself a moment to reflect, she

turns to her and says:

"We who are gathered here and who all know each other by our names and our

merits, are surprised at your coming, for you appear to be a stranger to us, or

at least we do not seem to have ever seen you before. Would you be so kind as to

tell us who you are?"

Then the newcomer replied with a sigh:

"Alas! I am not surprised that I appear to be a stranger in this palace, for I

am so rarely invited anywhere.

"My name is Gratitude."

1904

[ MOTHER OF PODICHERY -- AUROBINDO ASHRAM]

Regards,

 

Subhashbhai

 

E-mail : bjswadia (AT) (DOT) co.uk

 

Sai Ram!

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om sai ram

"My name is Gratitude." well said.O Swami!please help

us to attain this virtue.

sai ram