Building on last night’s post, I can feel a whole flow of dharma related posts coming on. Consider yourself forewarned.
Today we went to the park at lunch, to sit on the grass and be in the sun. My meditation stroke web master employee was there and he shared a lovely Japanese story about not worrying about things we can’t control. I told this story that our yoga teacher shared last week, which struck a beautiful chord.
Krishna and Arjuna are talking before the battle. A bird flies over and tweets for mercy; her nest has fallen, baby birds and all, right into the middle of the battlefield, and would be crushed as soon as the fighting began. According to one telling Arjuna empathises but simply says she must accept her fate. I liked our telling where he waves her away, still young and a little foolish and focused on Krishna’s telling, ignorant to the bigger message she was chirping, whilst Krishna listens on in silence.
Krishna says nothing but takes the bow. The warriors around watch, he is renowned as the best archer in the world. He strings his bow, shoots the first arrow to open the battle, but he hits the bell strung around an elephants neck. It falls to the ground. The warriors gasped. He had missed his mark.
At the end of the bloody battle, Krishna walked onto the floor and stopped by the bell. He bent his knees and lifted it with both his hands. Underneath was the mother bird and her babies in the nest, all safe and alive.
Be in your heart and do what you know is right, even if everyone around fails to see it at the time. Be sure of your aim and never miss the mark.