Thursday, April 21, 2016

Ip'id: The Merchant

A young girl was trying to get to the hospital to see her dying mother, but she didn’t have any shoes to get throw the fields of thorns which surrounded the village hospital.  The villagers couldn’t help because they too were poor.  How does she find a way? 

One day a merchant selling household items came to the village--he setup his wagon and began to call, “Come one, come all! Find what you need for it is free!” Ha! Ha! Ha! Come!”  After hearing his call, the young girl ran to him.

“Do you have a pair of shoes for my feet so I can get through the thorn fields that surround the hospital?” she said hopefully.  
“First, why do you need shoes?” he said, looking at her feet, “Your feet will take you where you need to go,” he assured.
“My mother is dying in the hospital, but I need shoes to get through the thorns,” she replied. 
“I see.  Do you have five cents?” She shook her head “no”.  
“But you said you had what I needed,” she pressed.
“I have just given it…what you need,” he said wisely. 
“But I need shoes!” her voice angry.
“Be gone child,” he said finally, “customers are coming.” 
She turned sadly away, thinking of her dying mother. 

He watched as she ran out of his sight.  In the hospital, her mother is lying in bed with her eyes closed; she opens them when she feels a hand slide into hers.  She sees her daughter standing, out of breath and with bloody feet.  “My child,” her eyes warm. “How did you get here with no money and no shoes?” she spoke, “A Merchant was kind enough to give me the 'courage' to get to you,” she said wisely.  www.osho.com  www.mindful.com www.globalspirit.com