what is desire? and how it make others blind?

The rose and the nightingale

There once was a man who lived in India with a large garden full of the most beautiful flowers and the most delicious fruits. But the most beautiful thing in the garden was a rose bush that flowered the whole year round. Day after day new buds would open up into beautiful, gorgeous smelling roses which filled the owner of the garden with great happiness. He loved his roses more than anything.
One day, he heard the sweet song of a nightingale through the open window of his house. He entered the garden to investigate where the sweet sounds were coming from. There he found the nightingale singing in the rose bush. To his utter dismay he saw that the bird, pausing from its singing to take a break, pecked at a young rosebud with his sharp beak, completely destroying it within a matter of seconds.
The man flew into a rage and decided to catch the nightingale.
He scattered grains of corn on the path, covered it with a net and waited until the nightingale, tired of singing and hungry, noticed the grains. And so it happened. After a while, the nightingale stopped singing, flew down to the path and started eating the grains of corn. It wasn’t long before the nightingale was entangled in the net. The man ran to the path and said: ‘Right, nightingale, now I am going to kill you.’
The small bird fluttered and trembled in terror and asked: ’But why? What have I done?’
‘You pecked off one of my rosebuds, so that it will never flower!’
‘But, dear man,’ spoke the nightingale. ‘That one rose is just one short moment out of all the happy moments you enjoy. If you kill me, you take away all the possible moments of happiness of my entire life! That is not fair!’
The man thought for a while. Then he said: ‘Yes, that would not be fair. Alright, I’ll let you go.’ And he freed the nightingale from the net.
The nightingale was very grateful to the man and said: ‘As you showed yourself to be full of understanding and love, I want to express my thanks to you. A treasure is hidden between the roots of that banyan tree. Dig it up and use it sensibly.’
The man immediately started to dig and found a jug in the earth, filled to the brim with gold coins. After he had recovered from the surprise, he asked the nightingale: ‘But why is it, nightingale, that you saw the jug under the soil, but did not see the net on the ground?’
And the nightingale said: ‘Well, that’s just the way it is. I could not do anything with the gold, but I longed for the grains of corn. And desire can make you blind.’
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what is method of coming of wealth? how treasure come?

The treasure

Rabbi Isaak lived in Poland, in the town of Krakau. One night, the rabbi was told in a dream that he should travel to the town of Prague, where a treasure was thought to have been buried under the large bridge to the king’s palace. Rabbi Isaak initially didn’t set any store by the dream, but when he dreamt the dream for the sixth time, he decided to start looking for the treasure after all.
After a long journey, Rabbi Isaak arrived in Prague and immediately set off for the palace. But the bridge turned out to be guarded day and night by soldiers. From a safe distance the rabbi observed the bridge, but as he was standing there every day, eventually he aroused suspicion from the captain of the guards. The captain approached the rabbi and asked him what he was doing at the palace. Rabbi Isaak saw that the captain was a kind person and told him of his dream.
The captain howled with laughter. ‘My goodness, rabbi, you seem to be a wise man, yet you take dreams seriously? If I were as gullible as you are, I would not be here now, but in Poland, in the town of Krakau. And I will tell you why. I also have a dream that keeps coming back. I happened to have one last night. In my dream a voice said that I should go to Krakau, to the house of a certain Isaak, to dig there, in a corner of the kitchen, for a hidden treasure. What do you say, rabbi, wouldn’t it be mad if I would travel all the way to Krakau and start asking there for a man called Isaak? Half of the male population in that town is called Isaak!’
Rabbi Isaak was totally amazed. He thanked the captain for his story and returned to Krakau as quickly as possible. He ran into his house and started digging in all corners of the kitchen. And he found a treasure that was so big, that he had no more financial worries for the rest of his life.

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what is real flower?

The real flower

When the queen of Sheba was visited by the famous king Solomon, who she really wanted to surpass in wisdom, she gave him a kind of riddle. She took him to an area in her palace where extraordinary artists had laid out an amazing artificial field with artificial flowers. The sea of colourful flowers rippled softly in a breeze that had also been created artificially.
Colours, scents and wind could not be distinguished from the real thing.
The queen spoke: ‘One out of all these flowers is real, king Solomon. Could you point it out to me?’
Solomon looked around closely. He used all his senses and concentrated very hard, but could not pick out the real flower. He started to perspire heavily and said to the queen of Sheba:’It is very warm here. Would you please ask your servant to open a window?’
The queen gave orders for a window to be opened.
‘That is the real flower,’ said king Solomon a little while later.
He pointed. There was no mistake. A bee had flown in through the window and had landed on the only real flower.
Although it is difficult to have the wisdom of Solomon, notes with this story say, it is much harder to be a bee.
And most difficult of all is to be a real flower.
morel: This Arab story shows how truth can still be found in a world of artifice and the imaginary.
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