One day a saint was taking a bath in a
river. His disciple sat on the bank with the saint's clothes, asana and rosary.
The saint noticed a scorpion struggling in the current. Taking pity, he lifted
the bedraggled scorpion in his palm and started wading toward the bank.
No sooner had the scorpion recovered than
it promptly stung the saint on the palm. The saint felt an unbearable, burning
pain shoot up his arm, but he did not drop the scorpion. Instead, he gently
shook his hand to encourage the scorpion to move away from the wound.
The saint's disciple, watching from the
bank, became alarmed, but did not say anything.
The saint had only taken a few more steps
when the scorpion stung him again. A searing pain more intense than the first
one went all the way up his arm and throbbed in his hand. The saint staggered
and nearly collapsed in the river.
This time the disciple did call out.
"Put him down, guruji! He will only sting you again. Leave him to his
fate. Your kindness is of no value to such a creature. He will learn nothing
from it!"
The saint ignored him and continued
walking. He had nearly reached the bank when the scorpion stung him for a third
time. The pain exploded into his head, lungs, and his heart. The disciple saw a
blissful smile appear on the saint's face before he collapsed in to the river.
The disciple dragged the saint to the shore, still smiling and still cradling
the scorpion in his palm. As soon as they had reached shore, the scorpion
crawled away as quickly as it could.
"Guruji!" said the disciple after
the saint had regained consciousness. "How can you smile? That wretched
creature nearly killed you."
"You are right, my son," said the
saint. "But he was only following his dharma, his nature. It is the dharma
of a scorpion to sting, and it is the dharma of a saint to save its' life. He
is following his dharma and I am following mine. Everything is in its proper
place. That is why I am so happy."
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