This is a personal diary, and in no way reflects any opinion or view of the Spiritual Organization that I am part of. I have always lived my heart on my sleeve; so, I guess you read what I think and live.
Regarding my spiritual affiliation: If you ask me whether I am a Sai devotee, my answer is No. I am not a Sai devotee if it goes to mean that I follow the teachings of Sai. But I am a Sai devotee if you refer to my Absolute Devotion to the form that embodies Absolute Reality.
Although I tried to search the internet for who said this quote, I could not find it. In my opinion this quote of "the richest man..." was made by Buddha
Below Story from Website: http://frugalandhappy.com/?p=218
Once upon a time in a land not so far away there lived a very old, very wise man on the top of a mountain. The people in the surrounding villages sought advice from the old man quite frequently, as he seemed to always have insights that helped them see life from a different perspective.
One day, as the old man was sipping his tea and enjoying the sunrise, he noticed a rather unusual sight. Coming up the mountain were three nobleman from three neighboring villages. One was dressed in blue, from the hat ornamented with peacock feathers on his head to the velvet shoes on his feet. Another was dressed completely in a rich, dark green, and he had emeralds as buttons on his coat, which sparkled as they caught the sun’s new light. The third man was dressed all in brown and white, from his ermine-trimmed cape to the thick breeches that tapered into his chocolate-colored leather shoes. They all looked very determined, and very angry.
“Wise elder,” spoke the nobleman in blue as he crested the ridge. “We have been having a heated discussion all night, and we need your help in choosing a winner in the argument.”
The old man scratched his chin and in a gravelly voice whispered, “Go on.”
“See, oh wise one,” continued the nobleman in green, “each of us is very rich, but in different ways. We need you to determine which of us is richest, so that it may be known throughout the land.”
“It’s true,” added the rich man in brown, “Sire, I have the largest livery, with carriages and horses enough for all the land’s inhabitants. My stables produce fine steeds each year, and every summer I have new carriages built that are covered in jewels and painted by artisans who are skilled enough to have painted for the king. There could be no man more wealthy than I.”
“Hmmmmm….” the old man pondered and looked at the ground.
“While a livery is important, oh wise one, I have the largest manor in the land,” stated the rich man in green. “My manor houses my family and all of our many servants. We add rooms to it each year, and we fill the chambers with the finest of furniture imported from all over the world. Surely a man who could build such a manor house is the richest in all the country.”
Story from Website: http://frugalandhappy.com/?p=218 continued
“Revered elder,” begins the rich man in blue, no sooner than the last word was out of the previous man’s mouth. “While a fine livery and a great manor are definitely signs of great wealth, there could be no indicator more important than land.” He looked at his two other peers with a smile. “After all, the people who work my land bring me great wealth each year as crops are harvested, so not only do I start out the wealthiest, but I become more and more so with every passing day.”
The three nobleman looked to the wise man, who was still looking at the ground, doodling in the sand at his feet with a small twig. Did he hear what they had told him? Didn’t he realize how important, how serious, their need was to know who indeed was the richest?
Finally the wise man looked up with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. “Why, it is easy to choose the richest man in the land.” He paused. “The richest man in the land is not the one with the largest livery.” The shoulders of the rich man in brown, covered in the fur-lined cape, sagged just a little.
“And the richest man in the land is not the one with the largest manor.” The cheeks of the rich man in green became a very complementary shade of red.
The rich man in blue was dressed appropriately, as he was proud as a peacock. He stuck out his chest, waiting for the accolades to fall on his shoulders. “And,” the wise, old man continued, “The richest man in the land is not the one with the most of it, so to speak.” The peacock feather in the man’s hat drooped ever so slightly.
“But what do you mean?” cried all three rich men in unison. “One of us has to be the richest!”
“In fact,” said the old man, “the richest man in the land is right over there,” and he pointed his gnarled, weathered finger at a small farm nestled in the crook of a valley. The farm had been owned by one family for many generations and the wise, old man had always watched them with great interest. The family didn’t have much: a small house, a small barn, a few small fields and some animals. It had been that way for generations. But there was always food on the table and the farmer, his wife and their children had each other, and they always seemed content.
The men looked from the small farm to the wise man to the small farm again.
“You must be joking!” guffawed the man in blue.
“Oh, I’m quite serious, dear sir. You see, the person who is richest doesn’t have the most, or the largest, or the finest of something. It actually has nothing to do with ‘having’ at all.”
“But how can that be?” exclaimed the men in green and brown.
“You see, my friends, the person who is the richest is not the one who has the most.” The wise old man finished his tea and started to turn toward the sun. “The richest man,” he finished, as he faced the glorious new day, “is the person who needs the least.”
"The richest man is not the one who has the most...but the one who needs the least!"
Although I tried to search the internet for who said this quote, I could not find it. In my opinion this quote of "the richest man..." was made by Buddha
ReplyDeleteBelow Story from Website: http://frugalandhappy.com/?p=218
Once upon a time in a land not so far away there lived a very old, very wise man on the top of a mountain. The people in the surrounding villages sought advice from the old man quite frequently, as he seemed to always have insights that helped them see life from a different perspective.
One day, as the old man was sipping his tea and enjoying the sunrise, he noticed a rather unusual sight. Coming up the mountain were three nobleman from three neighboring villages. One was dressed in blue, from the hat ornamented with peacock feathers on his head to the velvet shoes on his feet. Another was dressed completely in a rich, dark green, and he had emeralds as buttons on his coat, which sparkled as they caught the sun’s new light. The third man was dressed all in brown and white, from his ermine-trimmed cape to the thick breeches that tapered into his chocolate-colored leather shoes. They all looked very determined, and very angry.
“Wise elder,” spoke the nobleman in blue as he crested the ridge. “We have been having a heated discussion all night, and we need your help in choosing a winner in the argument.”
The old man scratched his chin and in a gravelly voice whispered, “Go on.”
“See, oh wise one,” continued the nobleman in green, “each of us is very rich, but in different ways. We need you to determine which of us is richest, so that it may be known throughout the land.”
“It’s true,” added the rich man in brown, “Sire, I have the largest livery, with carriages and horses enough for all the land’s inhabitants. My stables produce fine steeds each year, and every summer I have new carriages built that are covered in jewels and painted by artisans who are skilled enough to have painted for the king. There could be no man more wealthy than I.”
“Hmmmmm….” the old man pondered and looked at the ground.
“While a livery is important, oh wise one, I have the largest manor in the land,” stated the rich man in green. “My manor houses my family and all of our many servants. We add rooms to it each year, and we fill the chambers with the finest of furniture imported from all over the world. Surely a man who could build such a manor house is the richest in all the country.”
Story from Website: http://frugalandhappy.com/?p=218 continued
ReplyDelete“Revered elder,” begins the rich man in blue, no sooner than the last word was out of the previous man’s mouth. “While a fine livery and a great manor are definitely signs of great wealth, there could be no indicator more important than land.” He looked at his two other peers with a smile. “After all, the people who work my land bring me great wealth each year as crops are harvested, so not only do I start out the wealthiest, but I become more and more so with every passing day.”
The three nobleman looked to the wise man, who was still looking at the ground, doodling in the sand at his feet with a small twig. Did he hear what they had told him? Didn’t he realize how important, how serious, their need was to know who indeed was the richest?
Finally the wise man looked up with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye. “Why, it is easy to choose the richest man in the land.” He paused. “The richest man in the land is not the one with the largest livery.” The shoulders of the rich man in brown, covered in the fur-lined cape, sagged just a little.
“And the richest man in the land is not the one with the largest manor.” The cheeks of the rich man in green became a very complementary shade of red.
The rich man in blue was dressed appropriately, as he was proud as a peacock. He stuck out his chest, waiting for the accolades to fall on his shoulders. “And,” the wise, old man continued, “The richest man in the land is not the one with the most of it, so to speak.” The peacock feather in the man’s hat drooped ever so slightly.
“But what do you mean?” cried all three rich men in unison. “One of us has to be the richest!”
“In fact,” said the old man, “the richest man in the land is right over there,” and he pointed his gnarled, weathered finger at a small farm nestled in the crook of a valley. The farm had been owned by one family for many generations and the wise, old man had always watched them with great interest. The family didn’t have much: a small house, a small barn, a few small fields and some animals. It had been that way for generations. But there was always food on the table and the farmer, his wife and their children had each other, and they always seemed content.
The men looked from the small farm to the wise man to the small farm again.
“You must be joking!” guffawed the man in blue.
“Oh, I’m quite serious, dear sir. You see, the person who is richest doesn’t have the most, or the largest, or the finest of something. It actually has nothing to do with ‘having’ at all.”
“But how can that be?” exclaimed the men in green and brown.
“You see, my friends, the person who is the richest is not the one who has the most.” The wise old man finished his tea and started to turn toward the sun. “The richest man,” he finished, as he faced the glorious new day, “is the person who needs the least.”
"The richest man is not the one who has the most...but the one who needs the least!"