There is
an old and well aired fable that is often told by Tibetan Lamas on various
occasions. I always enjoy hearing it as it brings up rather clear visual
associations and instantly helps to shift my perspective on things. Here I
offer my own slightly embellished version.
One
evening, a farmer looked out over his fields as they shimmered in the golden
sunshine. The gentle ripple of a breeze ruffled the laden bushels and cast a
hazy sheen into the fading light.
The lone
voice of a peasant woman singing rose and fell in the silent air. At that moment
all felt right with the world and he was pleased; even joyful.
Looking
out over his fields, he knew that this season would be unusually good. He would
have an ample harvest and there would be money and food to spare.
This was
a remote village so an abundant yield would be deemed very auspicious. He was
almost certain that this harvest would bring double the income that he usually
got.
The weather
was idyllic and in the coming few days his crops would be in.
As he
lingered there, warming himself in the pleasant final rays of the day he
contemplated his good fortune and many happy thoughts arose in his mind.
Now, I can find a pretty wife, we will build a
nice home. We will have several children. At least two boys... She will be fair-skinned and have eyes like shinning black obsidians. He mused quietly to himself.
She will be very devoted to me and she will
also be a good mother to my children. She will take care of me in my old age
and be a fond and loving companion.
My children will love me and be completely
devoted to us, their parents. They will be healthy, intelligent and strong.
They will make me proud with their achievements and in time they will have
their own strong and sensible children.
Read on in Masters, Mice and Men
Volume Three from the Series Shades of Awareness
