✣ Cracked Pot ✣ An elderly woman had two large pots , each hung on the ends of a pole , which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water , at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house , the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily , with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course , the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection , and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure , it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself , because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. The old woman smiled , Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path , but not on the other pots side? Thats because I have always known about your flaw , so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path , and every day while we walk back , you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are , there would not be this beauty to grace the house. story; Buddist blog arTist; Meats Meier
Posted on: Thu, 22 May 2014 04:50:12 +0000