The Pilgrim and the Poustinik - a very short story
The pilgrim had been traveling for many days, through many moons. He had seen much during his journey, learned many things, but still had not found what his heart was searching for.
Finally, while walking at night in a dark wood where only small, barely visible animal paths guided him, he saw a dim glow in the distance. As he got closer he realized the light came from a small dwelling, a shack which seemed to glow itself? He approached the poustinia with both great anticipation and great fear.
Now at the door he could make out the form of an old hermit, a poustinik. “Ah pilgrim, I have been waiting for you, welcome.” “Sir, who are you?” asked the pilgrim. “Who I am does not matter, but I have your answer.”
The pilgrim was puzzled but mysteriously hopeful. He had not even posed the question on his heart, he had only asked “Who are you?” “Come, tell me of your travels, what have you seen and learned?” The poustinik seemed genuinely interested to hear the pilgrim’s story?
The pilgrim seemed to sense that the poustinik already knew all about his journey, that he had somehow seen it all? So, his reply was short but to the point of his heart. “I have traveled many miles through many countries and towns, yet I still have not found the answer. Sir, can you tell me, what is the meaning of life?”
“I will tell you pilgrim what your heart already knows, and has known since your birth. Love (God) and enjoy (Them) forever.” A great pause followed . . .
The pilgrim knew immediately that this was indeed The Answer to his question, to all questions. He pondered the depth and the love for what seemed like hours?!
“But how do I do this Sir? What does this life look like?”
“For each one emanating from Divine LOVE Themselves it will look different yet the same. We all love (God) by loving what They have created. In serving and caring for all Creation; earth, plants, animals, humans, we are returning the great LOVE we have received. So, you see though it will look different for each of us, it is the same.”
The pilgrim bowed his head, gave thanks, and left the way he had come, but transformed with peace and contentment in his heart.
}:- ♥️ a.m.
Hoofnote: This story, this dream vision came to me just before I awoke this morning. I share it in gratitude. ♥️🙏🏼