The Chinese Cracked Pot!

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The Chinese Cracked Pot

“A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself because this crack in my side causes water to leak all the way back to your house.” The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”  (

I came across the story of the The Cracked Pot the other day and saw how beautifully it described so much of my life.  I was the cracked pot constantly comparing myself to those whom I perceived were perfect.  I would let my thoughts get caught up in my imperfections and flaws. Bringing me down and keeping me constantly searching for perfection.

When I finally stopped looking  and discovered that what I was looking for had always been within me, my perception changed.  As a human being having a spiritual experience I may not appear to be perfect, but my innate self has always been and always will be perfect.  In this, I see the perfection in my imperfections.

With advent of Facebook, many of my former students and friends have found me, through them I see the flowers that I watered along the way.  These beautiful beings whom I’ve had the pleasure to meet on my journey found something useful in I what I had to give.  Even while dwelling in my thoughts of imperfection, my innate perfection shone through.

As I go through each day, I may not be aware of the impact of each smile, word or gesture, but I don’t need to.  All I know is that in each interaction with others an inner light shines and an exchange takes place.  It’s these small actions that change lives in ways that only Universal Mind knows.

So, I carry on with an open heart, shining my light for all to see knowing it will land were it needs to land.

What’s your message from the the Chinese Cracked Pot?


Under the Cloud Cover!


Thoughts swirling around like a leaf in a cover
Pulling me down in to a miasma of self-doubt, insecurity and pity.
Haven’t seen this place for a very long time.

Moments of connection to the Divine however fleeting.
Knowing all is not lost.
Finally letting go! Let it be!
Nothing to do!
Knowing this storm will also pass.
The clouds part and once more the sun shines.
Back to the centre
Balance returned
My inner calm is never far away.