An old teacher stood looking at a swamp. In the swamp with all mud and muck grew large white lotuses. The old teacher want to pluck a lotus to make an offering to the temple.
She wanted the perfect lotus. And she searched, But this one was bent at the stem
That one was too small in size
This one was too crooked in shape.
That one had bitten jaw mark.
She could not find the perfect one. It did not exist.
An old monk was looking at old teacher looking at the lotus. And he said to her, “Do none of the lotus please you?”
No, she said, I want the perfect one. I always had high standard so my work is always so difficult and never done.
The old teacher lived her life this way with out any peace of mind or lightness of heart.
Life is filled with flaws. Searching for flaws she found flaws. Her life was constant cycle of frustration. But still, she held on to her standard.
“Teacher, I am going to predict your future,” Old monk said.
“You’ve never been married and you probably never will. You never had any close friends and you will continue to wait.
The old teacher was stunned, “How can you know?” It was not too difficult to know she had a lonely life, waiting for the perfect person to come and the best friend to enter her life.
They never did.
They never existed.
She should have known.
She began to cry and ask the old monk to help her. The old monk pointed to random lotus and told her to take it home and search for its goodness.
When she finds it she will begin to awaken.
If she does not /she will continue to sleep.
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