The Master’s Silent Teachings

 A young disciple, weighed down by sorrow, came to his master one evening, eyes filled with tears and voice trembling.

“Master,” he said, “the regrets of my past haunt me. They echo in my mind, replaying every mistake, every missed chance. I cannot stop thinking about them—I feel lost in their shadows.”

The master looked at him with soft, compassionate eyes and said, “Bring me your past. I will turn the clock backward, and you may return to those moments to choose differently, to act with wisdom and grace.”

The disciple’s heart filled with hope. He bowed gratefully and left at once, eager to find his past and set himself free.

Days later, he returned, disheveled and distraught.

“Master,” he said, “I searched high and low, within and without. I looked in memories, in journals, in dreams. But I could not find my past. It is nowhere to be touched or held.”

The master chuckled gently and walked away in silence.

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Sometime later, the same disciple came to his master again, this time with anxiety heavy on his brow.

“Master,” he said, “the future terrifies me. I am filled with both hope and fear. I long for better days, yet I worry they may never come. I’m restless with anticipation and dread.”

The master said, “Then bring me your future. I shall move the clock forward so that you may glimpse it, shape it, and ensure it becomes what you desire.”

The disciple bowed and left once more, hope rekindled.

But he soon returned, worn by his search.

“Master,” he whispered, “I tried to find my future. I searched in visions, in plans, in prophecies—but it eludes me. I cannot grasp it.”

The master smiled and again walked away in silence.

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Not long after, the disciple returned once more, exhausted.

“Master,” he pleaded, “my mind is a storm. Thoughts are torturing me. Please, pacify it, for I find no peace.”

The master looked at him and said, “Then bring me your mind. Place it before me, and I shall calm it.”

The disciple, eager for release, set off.

Days passed. He came back, empty-handed.

“Master,” he confessed, “I searched everywhere. I looked inside my head, in my thoughts, in my feelings—but I could not find a thing I could call my mind.”

The master laughed gently.

“There,” he said, “I have already pacified it.”

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The disciple stood still, something dawning in his heart.

In that silence, truth began to shine.

The past cannot be found, for it is a memory.

The future cannot be found, for it is a dream.

The mind cannot be found, for it is an ongoing flow of fleeting thoughts.

What, then, is real?

Just this. This moment. Here. Now.

And in this now, there is no sorrow, no fear, no restlessness—only peace.

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Reflection: We chase illusions—I Was, I Am, I Will Be! But the great masters know: this moment is all we have. When we are simply being, the truth reveals itself effortlessly.

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