The Pot Full Of Water...

That girl has to traverse miles together, by foot, to fetch water from the river. But unfortunately, every day she returned with half filled pot. She was really worried, ‘how the water spilled out from filled pot?’

One day she offered flowers to the river and yelled “O almighty.. Be kind upon me. Please bless me with pot full of water…”

She made it a routine.

But that day, she brought a slight change in her practice. Deciding something to herself, she filled the pitcher and walked home with conscious behaviour. To her surprise, not even a drop of water was off from the pot! Elated, she ran towards river and expressed her gratitude. A response struck her ears. “Oh my dear, recall the happenings.. There was nothing in your mind , except the pot and the water. Not even me…”
‘uh ! god replied me..’ glancing ‘that’ from disembodied voice, delighted girl moved to report the occurrence.

To prove her words, the next day she reached river with crowd of people. Presenting flowers to the river, she uttered, “ Oh almighty, at last you blessed me. I am very thankful to you..” No response!.. She cried again and again. But still there was an intense silence!! The crowd dispersed insulting and mocking the lady. Ashamed, she plodded back home with her pot. Her reflection in the pot’s water said “O my dear, silly girl, Couldn’t you recognize yourself? The thing that made you succeed was only your concentration. With out understanding yourself you moved to explain world about the existence. First, try to identify and notice the ‘self’ inside you not the external existence”. She came home with filled pot. Filled with water she has brought.

*Dream-2004
*Translated from 'shodha'(taken from my book)

(Picture taken from Web)