Blown by the eight winds

Recently found a book on my shelf that I’d purchased years ago and had never got around to reading:  Soul Stories by Gary Zukav.

It’s a pleasant book.  Easy to read and full of self-reflective stories, as well as vignettes that the author uses to explain various spiritual or personal growth concepts.

Here’s a great soul story – I loved and think you will too.  Enjoy!

The Buddhists say there are eight winds. They are gain and loss, praise and ridicule, credit and blame, and suffering and joy.  If you aren’t aware of them, they will blow you away like dry leaves in an autumn breeze.  For example when someone praises you, and that tastes sweet, like candy in your mouth, you are being blown away by the wind of praise.

One day in ancient China a young man thought he had become enlightened.  He wrote a poem to his master about how he was not blown by the eight winds.  Then he sent it to his master who lived three hundred miles up the Yangtze River.

When his master read the poem, he wrote “Fart, Fart” on the bottom and sent it back.

The more the young man read those words, the more upset he got.  At last he decided to visit his master.  In those days, a three-hundred mile trip up the Yangtze River was a very difficult journey.

As soon as he arrived, he went straight to his master’s temple.  “Why did you write this?” he asked, bowing.  “Doesn’t his poem show that I am no longer blown about by the eight winds?”

“You say that you are no longer blown by the eight winds,” replied the master, “but two little farts blew you all the way up here.”