I have read a book partly since it needs to be digested and not swallowed. Here, I share a short story from the book.
"Our Mind, Too, Is Full Of Holes"
The night is past and the rays of the morning sun are spreading over the fields. We have just crossed a small stream. Hearing the sound of train, a flock of white herons flies from the white lilies towards the sun.
Then something happens and the train stops. Halting in this lonely place feels good to me. My unknown fellow passengers are also awake. They boarded at some wayside station in the middle of the night. Perhaps taking me for a sannyasin, they come as though to touch my feet. An eagerness to ask something is in their eyes.
Finally one of them speaks, "If it does not inconvenience you, I wish to ask a question. I am interested in God and I have tried hard to reach him, but all to no avail. Does this mean that God does not favor me?"
I say, "Yesterday I went to a garden. Some friends were with me. One of them was thirsty so he lowered a bucket into the well. The well was very deep and it took some effort to pull the bucket up, but when it appeared at the top of the well it was empty. All the others laughed."
It seemed to me that the bucket was like a man's mind; it had many cracks and holes. Of course, at first it was filled with water, but every drop ran out through the holes. Our mind, too, is full of holes.
Offer the leaking mind to existence as persistently as you wish, it will return to you empty. If you repair the bucket beforehand, my friends, it becomes easy ti fill it with water. Of course, the leaking bucket may cause you to undertake many exercises in asceticism, but it will not quench your thirst.
Remember that existence is neither sympathetic nor unsympathetic. It is your responsibility to keep your bucket intact. The well is always ready to offer you water. It will not deny you.
