The king once invited a man who had reached enlightenment to a lavish party.
It continued into the night, and the man’s path home slipped into darkness.
The king, rich as he was, decorated this path with lamps,
but with one strong gust of wind, the lights he had prepared all went out.
Despite this, one faint light still illuminated the enlightened man’s way.
It was the heartfelt gift of a poor old man,
who could not afford even one offering,
and whose low social status prevented him from admission to the party.
—Receiving much praise and admiration
certainly can add flavor to life.
But I consider myself blessed
to have known this one quiet act of devotion.