Once upon a time,
a great unknown Yogi descended to a city,
which people, and visitors, as the King ordered, wore masks.
Without a mask on his face,
the Yogi’s presence is soon spotted by the King’s Guards;
they captured him and took him to the King,
who was insulted by the Yogi’s disobedience to his rule.
“Tell me,” the King asked, “why don’t you wear a mask,
like I told every citizen, and every visitor of this city, to?”
The Yogi answered, “Because I wear this mask all along.”
“Which mask?” Inquired the King.
“You are looking at it.”
The King became more insulted.
“Are you trying to disgrace me? If you wear a mask then,
drop it, and hand it over to me!”
The Yogi dropped his body altogether.
The King was surprised. The Yogi seemed to be dead.
“Can you see This?”
But everybody, including The King, is so preoccupied with the mask,
that they thought it as real;
they could not see, or hear, The Real One, The Infinite.
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