Old men, learned men, children Of all ages, women and servants Gathered around the gentleman, With high expectations.
The Wise Man smiled, and nodded – “Be happy. Always smile,” he said. And, as if to make himself clear, Beamed with happiness.
The gathering waited, patiently, For the gentleman to move on To elucidate, to elaborate And to reveal The Great Secrets.
But the Wise Man did not seem To want to reveal all. He just smiled. By and by, the throng became edgy, Irritable and restless.
A learned man, wishing to provoke, To draw him in an argument, said – “The Spirit and the Universe, Are not one!”
This did not perturb the Wise Man. It seemed as if it did not matter, whether The Spirit and the Universe Were one, or not!
“Love all beings, and be happy,” Replied the Wise Man. The learned Asked each other doubtfully, “Is he referring to Shankaracharya?”
No prodding or provocation, Would move the Wise Man from the West. He nodded, beamed, and just repeated – “Smile, and be happy.”
The learned, and the women were upset – ‘Fraud,’ muttered some, ‘Secretive,’ said the others. But the children were happy. For days they sang – ‘Wise Man looks funny; Wise Man gives toffees.’