I have heard from my Grandfather story of a dervish who went to visit a great Sufi master. Seeing his affluence, the dervish thought to himself, ”How can Sufism and such prosperity go hand in hand?”
After staying a few days with the master, he decided to leave. The master said, ”Let me accompany you on your journey!”
After they had gone a short distance, the dervish noticed that he had forgotten his KASHKUL, the begging-bowl. So he asked the master for permission to return and get it.
The master replied, ”I departed from all my possessions, but you can’t even leave behind your begging-bowl. Thus, we must part company from here.”
My grandfather used to day that a sufi has no identity.The Sufi is not attached to wealth or to poverty; he is simply not attached to anything.
And when you are not attached to anything, you need not renounce. Renunciation is the other side of attachment.
Those who understand the foolishness of attachment don’t renounce. They live in the world but yet they are not of the world.
To willfully insist upon being in poverty is still an attachment: remember it. And to willfully insist upon ANYTHING is again an ego trip.
The Sufi lives simply, the Sufi lives without any will of his own. If it happens to be a palace, he is happy; if it happens to be a hut, he is happy.
If it happens to be that he is a king, it is okay; if it happens to be that he is a beggar, that too is perfectly okay. He has no preference. He simply lives in the moment, whatsoever God makes available to him. He does not change anything.