An American tourist, having heard that a Sufi master was staying near his hotel, decided to pay the sage a visit. Upon arrival, he was surprised to find the Sufi’s room utterly empty.
“Old sage, where is your furniture?”
The Sufi laughed and asked in return, “Where is yours?”
“I’m only a tourist here,” the American replied, “I don’t go around carrying my furniture.”
And the old Sufi laughed again. “I’m also a tourist here. And then I’ll be gone, just like you.”
Sky and earth, a spacious guesthouse for thousand things
Day and night, a time-traveller across hundred generations
- Li Bai