Just a Pilgrim

     A rich man stopped to visit the Teacher in his modest hut.  He was astonished to see that such a famous man had but a wood table, some simple chairs, and a few books in his main room.  “Teacher,” the man asked, “where is your furniture?”

     “I might ask the same question of you,” the Teacher replied.

     “I have no furniture because I am just a pilgrim.  I am just passing through.”

     The Teacher smiled, “So am I.”

From, Stories for the Journey, by William R. White.

Source: http://seattlestorytellers.org/ssg/inTheWind/1990-Vol-13.4-InTheWind.pdf