On Forgiveness

“Far away at that moment sat a king in a hall, enthroned.

A captive was brought before him who, though bound, was proud, defiant and haughty of spirit.

There was utter silence in the hall while they waited for the king to speak words of doom for his ancient enemy.

The king said, ‘I had thought to do some fierce thing to thee and so end they life, my enemy, but I remember now with sorrow not only the great wrongs we have done to each other, but the many hearts made sore by our hatred. I shall do no more wrong to thee. Thou art free to depart. Do what thou wilt but as for me I will make restitution to thee for thy ruined state.’

Then the soul which no might could conquer was vanquished. The knees of the captive were bent and his pride overcome.

‘My brother,’ he said, and could say no more.”

From Healing Meditations by Swami Paramananda.