A Home Of Dreams
A man had only one son. That son was on his deathbed. The physicians had given up saying they cannot do anything to save him. They said he will not survive. There was no cure for the disease. It was a matter of just one or two days, he was to die any moment. The father stayed awake all night sitting at his bedside. It was time to say good-bye. Tears were flowing from his eyes. Sitting and sitting, at about three in the morning the father began to doze.
While he slept he saw a dream of a great empire. He saw that he was the mighty lord of that empire. He saw that had twelve sons – all very handsome, young, talented, intelligent, great warriors! There was no one comparable in the whole world. He had a vast horde of wealth. Unlimited. He further dreamt that he was a world ruler – his rule extending over the whole earth. He was occupied seeing this dream when the son on the deathbed breathed his last. His wife screamed and started crying. He opened his eyes. He was completely shocked.
He sat dumbfounded. Because just a moment before there was a great kingdom, twelve sons, great wealth – it was all gone. And here this son has died! He remained completely lost. His wife worried whether his mind was damaged, because he had had great affection for his son, and not a single tear was coming to his eyes. When the son was living he had cried over him, now the son has died and the father is not crying?
His wife shook him and said, “Has something happened to you? Why don’t you cry?”
He said, “Who should I cry for? There were twelve sons, they died. There was a great empire, it has gone. Should I cry for them or should I cry for this one? I am thinking who should I cry for? Just as twelve are gone, thirteen are gone.”
“Everything is finished” he said to the wife. “That was a dream and this too is a dream. When I was seeing that dream, I had completely forgotten this son. His disease, my affection, my anxiety – everything was forgotten. When that dream broke I remembered you. Tonight I will sleep and again I will forget you. So it comes and goes, now it is, now it is not: and now both dreams are gone. Now I have awakened from dreaming. Now I won’t be roaming about in dreams. It is enough, the time has come. The fruit has ripened, it is time for it to fall!”
That very moment the man rose and went away. He left the home of dreams and discovered the home of wakefulness. It is said that he inspired several texts and helped many find their home.
wonderful story…too good..!!