An Immeasurable Present
A poet came to Akbar and said, “I bring you the sky.” Everyone laughed. Birbal asked him to explain.
The Poet’s Meaning
He said, “I bring you the open heart, endless imagination, and the freedom to grow. Is that not the sky within?”
Akbar’s Joy
“Then I accept your gift with gratitude,” he said.
Lesson to Be Learned
The greatest gifts cannot be wrapped. Love, vision, and surrender are offerings from the soul. Kṛṣṇa accepts such heartfelt gifts more than gold or flowers.
