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"Unveiling the Illusionary Ego: Why the Stone Can Never Be Polished into the Mirror"

 


The first light of dawn spread a soft, golden glow across the tranquil courtyard. A gentle breeze stirred the trees, their leaves whispering in rhythm with the stillness of the morning.

Students sat in quiet anticipation, eyes fixed on the path where Master Zorath would soon appear. His walking meditation was a sacred ritual—an embodiment of stillness, a dance between body and earth, grounding him in the present moment.

Today, the students felt a deep yearning, eager for the wisdom to unfold in the morning Satsang.

As Master Zorath emerged from the shadows of the trees, his presence blended with the early light, an image of grace and calm. His eyes, full of knowing, scanned the gathered students. Without a word, he gestured for them to gather closer. Today’s teachings were about to begin.

“Gather, dear students,” he said, his voice calm and steady. “Today, I will share an ancient story of a disciple who sought to polish a stone into a mirror.”

The students leaned in, their minds open, eager for his words.

“Once upon a time, a disciple stumbled upon a stone on his path to enlightenment. He looked at it and thought, ‘If only this stone could reflect the world as clearly as a mirror, then I could truly see myself and the world in their purest form.’ So, the disciple began to polish the stone, believing this task would bring him closer to truth.”

Master Zorath paused, letting the image of the stone settle in their minds.

“The stone,” he continued, “represents the ego—the false self shaped by the world, by the opinions and beliefs of others. Just as the stone starts rough and unrefined, so does the ego—built from feelings of inadequacy and society's conditioning.”

The students nodded, reflecting on how their own sense of self had been shaped by external forces.

“This ego,” Master Zorath continued, his voice resonating with ancient wisdom, “craves refinement. It longs to feel worthy, confident, and secure, believing that only by smoothing its rough edges can it bask in the world’s pleasures and shine more brightly. In its pursuit, it seeks out workshops, follows the advice, and relentlessly strives for self-improvement—holding on to the hope that through endless polishing, it will one day fully immerse itself in the delights of the material world.”

Yet, in time, it comes to realize that all the fleeting pleasures of the material world can never bring everlasting happiness or true peace.”

He paused again, his gaze steady, letting the weight of his words sink in.

“But here lies the misunderstanding,” he said softly. “No matter how polished the stone is, it can never become a mirror. The ego is a false creation—a collection of external influences, never the true self. The ego can never reflect the world clearly because it is not real.”

The courtyard was silent as his words lingered in the air.

"The ego is but an illusion," Master Zorath said, his voice both gentle and resolute. "It is the shadow of a self that does not belong to you. Shaped by the thoughts and influences of others is not your true nature. The mirror—the true self—reflects the world as it is, without judgment, without distortion."

He gazed deeply into the eyes of his students. "The mirror does not judge. If an 'ugly' person passes, it does not call them ugly. If a 'beautiful' person passes, it does not call them beautiful. It simply reflects. It perceives the essence, the pure presence, untouched by the mind's labels. The mirror reflects with the pristine clarity of pure consciousness."

The students felt the truth of these words resonating within them.

“The stone cannot become the mirror,” Master Zorath continued, “because the mirror is your true nature. It is the consciousness that witnesses all things. When you identify with the ego self, you lose touch with the mirror. But when you let go of the ego, you realize you are the mirror. You are the consciousness that reflects the world fully, without judgment.”

He smiled gently, the wisdom of the moment unfolding within him. "There is no need to polish the stone," he said. "Simply rest in the mirror of your true self, and all will be reflected as it is. There is nothing to improve, nothing to change. Your true nature is already perfect, for it reflects the divine in its purest form."

With those final words, the courtyard fell into deep silence. The students sat, hearts and minds open, as the light of understanding began to shine within them.

Master Zorath had spoken, and in his words, they saw the truth—that viewing the world through the mirror of pure consciousness reflected their untainted and unchanging essence.

At that moment, everything was still. Everything was complete. And everything was one.

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