The Cracked Pot

I read this version of a Hindu tale in the August edition of Yoga Journal, which excerpted it from The Treasure in Your Heart: Yoga and stories for peaceful children. I really like it and think it's worth passing along:

Every day a farmer carried two pots to the river to fetch water. Each pot hung on the end of a pole across his shoulders. The pot on his right side was new and perfect. The pot on his left side was older and had a crack in its side.

The new pot brought back all the water the farmer had put into it. But th cracked pot leaded out water in a little trail. This went on day after day for two years. The little cracked felt terrible. "I am so ashamed of my imperfection!" One day it spoke to the farmer. "I must apologize. I only deliver half my load because I leak out water all the way back to your house. You should just get rid of me.:

The farmer said, "Do not despair. Look behind you. Do you not se those beautiful flowers along the path? Those are on the left side where I carry you. I knew about your special feature so I planted flower seeds, and you have watered those seeds as I walked home. Thanks to you, I have fresh flowers for my table. Thank you, little cracked pot. You are very special."


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