I have just recently been introduced to Emily Lisker’s wonderful blog, The Urban Mermaid (http://theurbanmermaid.blogspot.com). I recommend it to all of you. She’s been writing it since 2006 so there is so much of merit to find there as you wander through her posts. I came upon this Zen Buddhist’s Tale there. I’d had it among my stash of quotes that I’d collected and carried with me over the years, but it had been lost along the way. Thank you, Emily, for reminding me of it. I share it with you all now.
Once upon a time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.
“Maybe,” replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
“Maybe,” answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
“Maybe,” said the farmer.
-A Zen Buddhist Fable
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