Guru : The Master of the Field

There once was a field unlike any other. In it, trees and grasses grew in breathtaking beauty, each one a soul, holy and alive, rooted in its own light and life-force. Anyone who had ever seen it counted themselves truly fortunate.

Many souls wandered outside the field, restless and bare, longing to return. Among them was a great soul upon whom many others depended and when it strayed, all those connected to it waited in silence.

They were all waiting for the Master of the Field. Not a ruler, but a healer — strong, wise, and deeply righteous. Not by appearance, but by inner root. Only someone truly refined could walk among the souls, see each one at its highest, and know the path to its repair.

One soul was healed by a single word. Another, only through great hardship. And another — only through the self-sacrifice of someone else. Good intentions were never enough. What the Master needed was a deep inner steadiness, the kind that endures every trial without losing sight of what each soul truly needs.

His work was to water the trees, nurture them, and place each one where it belonged. He knew that trees must have space between them — not out of indifference, but out of wisdom. Even the smallest blade of grass holds its own light, and if another overshadows it, harm is done, even when it looks like love.

So the Master created distance where there was too much closeness, and drew near those who had grown too far apart. His eyes moved constantly watching, measuring, caring  asking always: Is each soul receiving what it needs? Is anything being blocked or diminished? When the souls began to bear fruit, his eyes shone. He saw everything more clearly then, what was missing and what was whole, and he placed each thing in its rightful place.

Moral: 

The greatest act of love is not to pull someone close. It is to give them enough light to grow on their own. And true wisdom is knowing which each soul needs — not in the abstract, but right now, in this very moment.