Overcoming Desires

Once there was a man who had desires larger than life. He tried everything to earn money and fulfill his desires but didn’t succeed. One day he attended a satsang and followed it to follow the path of a saint. Now he became a saint and his longing for anything wasn't there anymore. He used to be mentally satisfied and happy with practices of yoga, meditation..

Once he sat for a long time and dedicated prayer to God. God was pleased by his dedication and came to him and asked him to demand anything he wanted from him.

Saint replied that, “When i used to wish for things, you never gave me and now when i don’t wish for anything anymore you want me to ask you for anything i want. Now, I don't want anything.”

God said, “You have conquered you senses of desire and that is what pleased me. Your desires were the only barrier between you and me. Now that obstacle of desires is no more and Your heart is pure. So, I want to give you something.”

Saint thought for a while and said, “I want power to heal sick people by just a single touch and dry trees come back to their life with my touch.”

God agreed and granted his wish.

Saint stopped for a second and said, “I want to make a little change in my wish. I want to be able to heal sick people and dry trees not by my touch but by the presence of my shadow.

God inquired, “Is there any doubt about healing with touch?”

Saint replied, “No God, But I don't want people to know that they can benefit from my touch. Because once a person feels that he has power he can easily get back in this life circle and desires. Then this power you gave me will do more evil to me than good. I just want to help people in silence.”

Moral: Too much desire is the cause of mental unhappiness. We should Keep a sense of helping others but without thinking that we are doing a favor to them.

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