One day Mullah Nasrin decided to take up gardening. He loved flowers and vegetables and he became an adept gardener. But when his garden became plagued with dandelions, Mullah became more and more upset.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He traveled to the palace of the king and consulted the king’s own personal gardener. The royal gardener gave Mullah instructions on how to get rid of the dandelions.
Mullah returned home full of enthusiasm and followed the instructions perfectly. But still the dandelions returned.
Really angry now, Mullah returned to the king’s palace and found the royal gardener.
“You’re a fraud!” He hollered. “Your remedy was no better than the rest! What else can I do about these dandelions?”
The royal gardener looked thoughtful and stroked his chin. Finally he said softly,
“Mullah Nasrin, there’s only one thing to do. You must learn to love dandelions.”
“One day I just quit. No more workshops on self-improvement. No more things to fix in myself. I was done with it. I am what I am, I told myself, and that’s the end of it and I burst into laughter and felt just fine.” — Anonymous
[Credit for translation and quote to Soul to Soul: poems, prayers and stories to end a yoga class, by John Mundahl]
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