Today is Chinese New Year 2012, the year of the Dragon. To mark the occasion, I want to share a favorite story with you. This story is from ancient China (the days of Lao Tzu) but the moral is timeless. We often think that yoga and other spiritual pursuits teach us to 'live in the moment' but while it may be wise to avoid grasping to the past or fretting about the future, it is also important to understand that this moment in time is just that... a moment. It is only by understanding that every moment is a single thread in the fabric of our lives that we will achieve serenity in the midst of what may seem to be extreme highs or lows in life. There was an old man in a village, very poor, but even kings were jealous of him because he had a beautiful white horse. Kings offered fabulous prices for the horse but the man would say, “This horse is not a horse to me, he is a person. And how can you sell a person, a friend?” The man was poor, but he never sold the horse. One morning he found that the horse was not in the stable. The whole village gathered and they said, “You foolish old man! We knew that someday the horse would be stolen. It would’ve been better to sell it. What a misfortune!” The old man said, “Don’t go so far as to say that. Simply say that the horse is not in the stable. This is the fact; everything else is a judgement. Whether it is a misfortune or blessing I don’t know, because this is just a fragment. Who knows what is going to follow it?”
People laughed at the old man. They had always known he was a little crazy. But after fifteen days, suddenly one night the horse returned. He had not been stolen, he had escaped into the wild. And not only that, he brought a dozen horses with him. Again the people gathered and they said, “Old man, you were right. This was not a misfortune, it has indeed proved to be a blessing.” The old man said, “Again you are going too far. Just say that the horse is back... who knows whether it is a blessing or not? It is only a fragment. You read a single word in a sentence how can you judge the whole book?” This time the people could not say much, but inside they knew he was wrong. Twelve beautiful horses had come.
The old man had a son who started to train the wold horses. Just a week later he fell from a horse and his legs were broken. The people gathered again and again they judged. They said, “Again you proved right! It was a misfortune. Your only son has lost the use of his legs and in your old age he was your only support. Now you are poorer than ever.” The old many said, “You are obsessed with judgement. Don’t go that far. Say only that my son has broken his legs. Nobody knows whether this is a misfortune or a blessing. Life comes in fragments and more is never given to you.”
It happened that after a few weeks the country went to war and all the young men of the town were forcibly taken for the military. Only the old man’s son was left, because he was crippled. The whole town was crying and weeping, because it was a losing fight and they knew most of the young people would never come back. They came to the old man and said, “You were right, old man - this proved a blessing. Maybe your son is crippled but he is still with you. Our sons are gone forever.” The old man said again, “you go on and on judging. Nobody knows! Only say this, that your sons have been forced to enter the army and my son has not. But only God, the total, knows whether it is a blessing or a misfortune!”


