礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ) – the Gift of Loss

I stumble upon this story, here in the Far-Far Siberian East, on the seventh consecutive rainy day.

Not in my reading, as I study happiness.

Quite by ‘accident’, not looking for any stories, but rather hoping to give my restless soul some rest.

It is the story of a King.

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The King became old & was wise enough to know it is time to choose a successor.

He told all the young people in the country: I’ll give each of you a seed.  Plant it and bring it back one year later.  Show me the plant that you bring, and I’ll choose a new King from you.

A boy named Ling got a seed, too.

He planted it carefully.

But the seed didn’t grow at all.

A year later, Ling had to take his empty box to the palace.

Others all brought beautiful plants.

Ling felt sad.

The King arrived at the palace and looked around.

When he found there is nothing in Ling’s box, the King smiled and said to the others, “one year ago, I gave everyone a seed which could not grow.  But all of you, except Ling, have brought me plants and flowers.  Ling was the only one with the honesty and courage to bring such a box.  So, he will be the new King!”

This story reminded me of another story.

One told as long ago, by the Gift.

Of a King going on a long journey, entrusting coins to three servants.

I remember one of them buried the coins.

Another banked it for interest.

The third, if I remember well, did some business, bravely doing the most he could with what was entrusted to him.

Perhaps both these stories talk of doing the most we can, with what is entrusted to us?

Not desperately making excuses or devious plans, but quietly & carefully doing what we can?

And if loss, or nothing is the outcome, to trust the “King”.

Trust, that whatever the response to or the result of  my nothing may be, it will be good.

I have planted many seeds which could not grow.

I have stood with my empty box, while surrounded by many with flourishing flowers & colorful plants.

I felt Ling’s sadness.

I’ve felt his dissapointment & anxiety as he desperately tries to get that single seed to come to life.

If everything is Gift, then the seed that cannot grow & the experience of trying to make it grow, to no avail, must be gift as well.

Loss.

Not punishment.

Gift.

Leading to something else.

In both Eastern stories.

And in actual life.

When embraced, with honesty, for what it is.

Perhaps you’ve known loss?

That desperate trying to create something from a relationship which did not want to grow.

Or a venture.

Or an illness that did not want to heal.

I’ve tasted the dead seed in relationship & venture.

Not in health.

This too is gift.

For all is Gift.

The “King” always giving.

In everything, more than we can see.

For loss makes a Way.

Beyond logic & expectation.

Becoming gain, again & again.

And so I hope, for me & for you, that we may see the gain of loss, the Gift amidst it all & be inspired to live with hope, assured that all is Gift in Grace, according to the love of (s)He who is our Origin.

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  1. Pingback: 礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ) – the Gift of Pain | Sevencitys' Blog

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