There was once a seeker named Suvrata who set out to find the very
best thing a person could possibly gain. He had heard the teaching of
the two roads, of remembering God at the last, of the one unchanging
Home — and now he wanted to see for himself whether anything could be
greater.
First he came to a hall where scholars chanted the Vedas day and night.
"Stay with us," they said. "Learn every sacred word, and you will earn
a place among the wise in the bright heavens." Suvrata bowed. The words
were beautiful. But he walked on.
Next he came to a great sacrificial ground where priests fed a golden
fire with offerings, and the smoke rose sweet into the sky. "Stay,"
they said. "Perform the rites, and you will earn long ages of joy among
the gods." Suvrata bowed. The fire was lovely. But he walked on.
Then he came to a cave where lean ascetics sat unmoving through heat and
cold, glowing with the strength of their discipline. "Stay," they said.
"Master this, and great powers will be yours." Suvrata bowed. Their
courage amazed him. But he walked on.
At last he came to a king famous above all others for his giving — a
king whose gates were never shut, whose hands were never empty, who gave
away gold and grain and cattle to everyone who asked. "Stay," said the
king. "Give as I give, and you will be honoured in every world." Suvrata
bowed very low, for this was the kindest place of all. But, gently, he
walked on.
"Why?" the king called after him, astonished. "You have refused
knowledge, worship, discipline, and charity — the four great roads to
every reward there is. What more can you possibly be seeking?"
Suvrata turned at the gate, and his face was quiet and bright.
"All of these are gifts," he said. "And a gift, however great, is still
something received — and what is received can one day run out. I am not
looking for the best gift. I am looking for the One who gives all gifts.
The Source. The first Home, from which everything came and to which
nothing that arrives there ever needs to return."
And it is said that Suvrata, holding that single longing in his heart,
walked past every reward the worlds could offer — straight on, into the
supreme and original Home that Krishna had promised: the place beyond
all places, where the long road of remembering finally comes to rest.