A monk was meditating in the desert when a beggar came up to him and said:
“I need to eat”.
The monk – who was almost reaching the point of perfect harmony with the spiritual world – did not answer.
“I need to eat”, insisted the beggar.
“Go to the town and ask someone else. Can’t you see that you are bothering me? I am trying to communicate with the angels”.
“God placed himself lower than men, washed their feet, gave His life, and no-one
recognized Him”, the beggar replied. “He who says he loves God –
who does not see – and forgets his brother – – – is lying”.
And the beggar turned into an angel.
“What a pity, you almost made it”, he remarked before leaving.
“And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles,
no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey,
a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful,
by which we arrive at the ground at our own feet,
and learn to be at home.”