Rainy Day, Sunny Day
(A story from the scripture, as told by Venerable Master Hsing Yun)
There was once an old lady who cried all the time. Her elder daughter was married to an umbrella merchant while the younger daughter was the wife of a noodle vendor. On sunny days, she worried, "Oh no! The weather is so nice and sunny. No one is going to buy any umbrellas. What will happen if the shop has to be closed?"
These worries made her sad. She just could not help but cry. When it rained, she would cry for the younger daughter. She thought, "Oh no! My younger daughter is married to a noodle vendor. You cannot dry noodles without the sun. Now there will be no noodles to sell. What should we do?" As a result, the old lady lived in sorrow everyday.
Whether sunny or rainy, she grieved for one of her daughters. Her neighbors could not console her and jokingly called her "the crying lady."
One day, she met a monk. He was very curious as to why she was always crying. She explained the problem to him. The monk smiled kindly and said, "Madam! You need not worry. I will show you a way to happiness, and you will need to grieve no more."
The crying lady was very excited. She immediately asked the monk to show her what to do. The master replied, "It is very simple. You just need to change your perspective. On sunny days, do not think of your elder daughter not being able to sell umbrellas but the younger daughter being able to dry her noodles. With such good strong sunlight, she must be able to make plenty of noodles and her business must be very good. When it rains, think about the umbrella store of the elder daughter. With the rain, everyone must be buying umbrellas. She will sell a lot of umbrellas and her store will prosper."
The old lady saw the light. She followed the monk’s instruction. After a while, she did not cry anymore; instead, she was smiling everyday.
From that day on, she was known as "the smiling lady."
In our service that we celebrate today – we will explore the idea that we can shift our thoughts, and in maintaining an open mind come to a different way, perhaps, of experiencing our day. Just like the woman with the two daughters.
The Cow and the Rope
By Mata Amritanandamay
There was a cowherd boy who took his cows to the meadows every morning and brought them back to the cowshed at the end of the day.
One evening, as he was tying the cows up for the night, the boy found that one of them was missing her rope. He feared that she might run away, but it was too late to go and buy a new rope. The boy didn't know what to do, so he went to a wise man who lived nearby and sought his advice. The wise man told the boy to pretend to tie the cow, and make sure that the cow saw him doing it. The boy did as the wise man suggested, and pretended to tie the cow. The next morning the boy discovered that the cow had remained still throughout the night. He untied all the cows as usual, and they all went outside. He was about to go to the meadows when he noticed that the cow with the missing rope was still in the cowshed. She was standing on the same spot where she had been all night. He tried to coax her to join the herd, but she wouldn't budge. The boy was perplexed. He went back to the wise man who said, "The cow still thinks she is tied up. Go back and pretend to untie her."
The boy did as he was told, and the cow happily left the cowshed.
Sometimes we are bound by things we don’t know.
Nasrudin the Smuggler
Nasrudin the smuggler was leading a donkey loaded with bundles of straw on its back.
An experienced customs inspector newly posted on that border check-post spotted Nasrudin and his donkey crossing the border.
"Halt," the customs inspector said, "Who are you? What is your business here?"
"I am an honest smuggler!" replied Nasrudin.
"Oh, really?" said the customs inspector, "Well, let me search those straw bundles. If I find something in them, then you will have to pay customs duty."
"Do as you wish, "Nasrudin replied, "but you will not find anything in those bundles."
The inspector intensively searched and took apart the bundles, but could not find a single thing in them. He had no choice but to say embarrassingly to Nasrudin, "You may pass the border."
Nasrudin crossed the border with his donkey while the curious and annoyed customs inspector looked on.
The very next day, Nasrudin once again came to the border with a straw-carrying donkey.
The inspector saw Nasrudin coming and thought, "I'll catch him for sure this time."
He checked the bundles of straw again, and then searched through Nasrudin's clothing, and even went through the donkey's harness. But once again he came up empty handed and had to let Nasrudin pass.
This same pattern continued every day for several years, and every day Nasrudin wore more and more extravagant clothing and jewelry that indicated he was getting wealthier.
Eventually, the customs inspector retired from his job after several years of service, but even in retirement he still wondered about the man with the straw-carrying donkey.
"I should have checked that donkey's mouth more extensively," he thought to himself, "Or maybe he hid something in the donkey's rectum."
Then one day he spotted Nasrudin's face in a crowd. "Hey," the inspector said, "I know you! You are that man who came to my border check-post everyday for all those years with a straw-carrying donkey. Please, sir, I must talk to you."
Nasrudin came towards him and the retired customs inspector continued talking. "My friend, I always wondered what you were smuggling past my border everyday. Just between you and me, you must tell me. I am retired now but I must know just to satisfy my curiosity. Please tell me what you smuggling were for all those years under my very nose?"
"Donkeys," Nasrudin said triumphantly, "I was smuggling donkeys!"
Sometimes we have to change our thinking, and examine the obvious.
Nasrudin and the Key
One blistering afternoon, under the blazing sun, people saw Mulla Nasrudin crawling on his knees in the middle of a road in broad daylight frantically searching for something.
The crowd observed him curiously for some time and then an inquisitive man asked him, "What are you searching for, Mulla?"
"I've lost my key," replied Mulla Nasrudin.
Being of a helping nature the man joined Mulla Nasrudin in searching for the lost key and soon there were a large number of people on all fours searching for the elusive key.
An extensive search was carried out but the key was not found, so someone in the crowd asked Nasrudin, "Mulla, do you remember where you lost the key?"
"I lost the key in basement of my house," replied Mulla Nasrudin matter-of-factly.
"What? You lost the key in the basement of your house?" the astonished crowd asked, "Then why are you searching for the key here in the middle of the road?"
"Because there is more light here," replied the wise Mulla Nasrudin.
Sometimes we have to be willing to look for things in less familiar places.