A rumour had been spread in that country, initially silently, then in a more insistent way. There is as that of the dumb words which circulate between beings in search. Somebody claimed to know the existence of wise " having discovered only the path of freedom ".

A teenager, one day, undertook the voyage and got information. A direction was indicated to him, and on the path which it followed it met the love of one which did not seek the freedom but which needed especially to be liked.

It thus liked it and when it was sure to be liked, it could leave it. There is like that of the loves of need, which become exhausted when they are satisfied.

The young man only found himself. He took again his road and met one which liked it and let himself like.

He grows in this love there jsqu' at the day when he was sufficiently large to leave magnetizes it. There is like that of the loves seedbeds, which make it possible to grow.

He took again the path and during several years traversed loneliness.

One morning, it woke up with a desire, that to meet another desire. It met it and it was the festival. The festival lasted thousand days and thousand nights.

With the one night dawn, they were left, filled, satisfied, each one so filled with wonder one by the other which they imagined that nothing more beautiful could arrive to them. Therefore each one on their side multiplied the meetings. He found much of it, much.

One day however, it took again the path. And on this path met a woman who asked him with enthusiasm:

" Increased me, prolongs I, gives me a child of you ".

He gave him five of them. He believed in the generosity of the life. A few years later, midday of full sun, it took again the path.

It was not any more one young man, it was now a crossed man of scars, at the same time vulnerable and powerful, who advanced on the path of freedom. It still needed other meetings, others errances, other enthusiasms and other astonishments to discover and meet finally the wise one which had found the path of freedom.

When they were face to face, the man questioned the wise one on the his secrecy, on best of his teaching, the rigour of his search, the name of the Masters whom it had had, on the sufferings and the therapies committed that it had crossed.

The wise one did not answer any of its questions. It only says:

" only knowledge intimates that I have is related to my only discovery: I can today say not or yes, without me to wound. "

Thus finishes the tale of the man who sought a long time, a long time the path of freedom.