The Parable of the Zen Farmer – for our fearful times

There is a story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.

“Maybe,” said the farmer

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.

“Maybe,” the farmer replied.

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.

“Maybe,” answered the farmer.

The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.

“Maybe,” said the farmer.

– CONCLUSION – Don’t jump to conclusions, be open and rest in the unknown. There is a virus, people panic, it seems like the end of the world, they buy up food and sanitizers and tons of toilet roll. People are dying of flu all the time, millions die of cancer every day, people starve, children starve by the thousands, estimated 25,000 per day. We live in this reality, and we ignore it. And then a virus threatens our stability and we freak out. And it is exploited by powerful people and industries.

Be like the zen farmer, not negligent, but true. Make no decision, but don’t panic or slip into fear. That’s madness, and the end of your immunity. Keep healthy, look after the body at the core level, and apply your warrior training to your mind.

Leave the rest to inevitability.

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