The Master looked at them with his quiet gaze, which exuded goodness. And those disciples, clinging head to head, had become only eyes that lurked and ears that longed.
- You want? But the one who wants - he does not have! And he who seeks - has not found.
And he who has not found, cannot give.
Make no mistake - the one who wants is still in this world.
But, Master, - asked the disciple, whose soul was burning with aspiration, like a snowy peak illuminated by the rising sun, - should we not at least wish to be good?
The teacher smiled slightly. Clouds rolled down the mountains and shadows ran across the fields far ahead, where a city of many thousands lay.
- If the bad man does the little good he can - he is a good man. And if the good man does not do the good he can, he is a bad man!
- Don't we want anything then? - several asked suddenly, and astonishment and sorrow opened their eyes wide.
- If you want something - be it a drop of happiness, a piece of bread or to rule universes - indifferently, you equally lack - you are far from wisdom and you have not known the Truth.
But if you say: «Make me, Lord, worthy to do Your will!» - and you feel like a little dust, which is ready under the slightest impulse to fulfill His law, so whatever it is - then you are His son!
- To be! - Everyone called in a chorus. And the sun seemed to burn other suns inside them - and their eyes shone.
