A saint sat on the seashore deep in meditation. He did not notice that time went by and day had turned into night. With the night came high tide. Seawaves rose higher & higher and drenched him. His anger rsoe higher then the waves and he shouted and cursed the sea.You fool why do you jump so high. Don't you understand that the moon is beyond your reach and all your efforts are in vain.The sea calmly replied- O Holy one! It is not the moon that I crave.I jump with joy because I feel caress of moonlight on my waves.
