One morning a Great Sadhu knocked at the door of a Great King and asked him to support him by filling his begging bowl with anything.

King was very kindled and happy to hear the Sadhu’s request. He ordered his staff to fill his bowl with Gold coins. The moment Gold coins were put inside the Bowl, instantly they used to disappear. Every time, the king’s staff will bring the the gold coin and fill in the Bowl, the Bowl will become empty. This keep on repeating until the evening.

The King’s treasury was emptied by the end of the day but the Bowl still remained empty.

Amazed by this mysterious and magical act, the King was asked the Sadhu humbly – “Please tell me the secret to fill this mysterious bowl”.

The Sadhu said “O King, this bowl is made from the heart of a Human. Nothing of this world can satisfy and fill a human heart.”

Name, fame, Power, Money, luxuries, etc. cannot fill your heart.

Your heart is made to love God and only love for God can fill the heart.

Two monks went into a heated argument regarding what they heard during the discourse today.

Each of them insisted that he only heard and understood it correctly. To settle the dispute, they went to see the master.

After hearing the first monk, the master said, “You are correct!”

The monk was overjoyed. Casting a winner’s glance at his friend, he left the room.

The second monk was upset and started telling his understanding with grin.

After he finished, the master looked at him and said, “You are correct, too.” The second monk’s mood also brightened up and he went away.

A third monk who was also in the room was greatly puzzled. He said to the master, “I am confused, master!

Their positions regarding the issue are completely opposite. They can’t be both right! How could you say that they are both correct?”

The master smiled and said to third monk, “You are also correct!”

One night, a thief entered the hut of a sage. He was writing a letter, so he looked at the thief and said, ”For what have you come? What do you want?”

And this sage was so innocent that even the thief couldn’t tell a lie. So he said, ”Looking at you, so mirror-like, so innocent like a child, I cannot tell a lie. Should I tell the truth?”

The sage said, ”Yes.”

He said, ”I have come to steal something.”

The sage said, ”There in that corner I have got a few rupees. You can take them” – and then he  focused on to write his letter again.

The thief took the money and was trying to leave and then the sage said, ”Stop! When somebody gives you something you should thank him. The money may not be of much help, but thanking a person will go a long way and will be of help to you. So thank me!”

The thief thanked him and disappeared into the dark.

Later on the thief was caught, and it was discovered that he had been to this sage’s hut also, so the sage was called to the court.

The sage said in court, ”Yes, I know this man very well – but he has never stolen anything from me. I gave him some rupees and he thanked me for them. It is finished, there was nothing wrong. The whole thing is finished, the account is closed. I gave him some money and he thanked me for it. He is not a thief.”

Majnu fell in love with a woman called Laila who was not beautiful according to others. According to the public opinion she was very ordinary, homely — not only that but ugly too.

And Majnu was mad, so mad that the very name of Majnu has become synonymous with madness. He was continuously praying to God, continuously moving around the city asking people for help, because he was a poor man and the woman he had fallen in love with belonged to an aristocratic family. Even to see Laila from far away was not easy.

Seeing his agony, his anguish, even the king became a little concerned. He called Majnu; he felt great compassion for him.

He told him, “I know that woman; that family is well known to me, and if Laila had been a beautiful woman she would have been part of my harem. I have not chosen her — she is not worth choosing. I have got all the beautiful women from all over the country, and I feel so much for you that I will give you a chance. You can choose any woman from my harem and she will be yours!” — and he called the most beautiful women.

Majnu looked at each woman in minute detail and said, “This is not Laila!” Again and again…he passed over a dozen women, and the remark was always the same: “This is not Laila!”

The king said, “You must have gone utterly crazy! Laila is nothing compared to these beautiful women! You can choose anyone. I KNOW your Laila, I have known the most beautiful women of the world, and my women are some of the greatest that have ever been on the earth.”

Majnu said, “But you don’t understand me. And I can understand that you cannot understand. It is not a question of choosing somebody else; the choice is not in my hands. It has happened already; the heart has chosen! I am nobody, I cannot interfere in it. The mind is only the circumference; the heart is the center. The center has chosen, how can the circumference interfere?

“And moreover — forgive me for saying so, because you have been so kind — I still insist that there has never been a woman like Laila and there will never be again. But to see the beauty of Laila you need the eyes of a Majnu, and you don’t have those eyes so nothing can be done about it. You have to see her through MY eyes; only then will you be able to see the grandeur, the splendor of her being.”

Remember these words: To see the beauty of Laila you need the eyes of a Majnu. It is a question not decided by the mind but something to be felt.

Source – Osho Book “Come, Come, Yet again Come”