THE LITTLE FISH is searching!

‘Excuse me, ‘ said one ocean fish to another, ‘You are older and more experienced than I , and will probably be able to help me. Tell me: where can I find this thing they call the Ocean? I’ve been searching for it everywhere to no avail.’

‘The Ocean, ‘said the older fish, ‘is what you are swimming in now.’
‘Oh this? But his is only water. What I’m searching for is the Ocean,’ said the young fish, feeling quite disappointed as the swan away to search elsewhere.
He came to the Master dressed in sannyasi robes.
And he spoke the language of the sannyasi: for years now I have been searching for God.
I left home and have sought him everywhere that he is said to be: on mountain peaks, in the heart of the desert, in the silence of monasteries and in the slums of the poor.

‘have you found him?’ the Master asked.
‘ I should be a conceited, lying man were I to say Yes. No, I have not found him. Have you?
What could the master say to him? The evening sun was sending shafts of golden light into the room. Hundreds of sparrows were twittering merrily away on a nearby banyan tree. In the distance one could hear the sound of highway traffic. A mosquito droned close to the ear, warning that it was about to strike…and yet this good man could sit there and say he had not found God, that he was still searching for Him.

- After a while he left the Master’s room, disappointed. He went to search elsewhere..

- Little fish, stop searching. There’s nothing to look for. Just be still, open your eyes, and look…you cannot miss it.