Weekly Inspirational Short Story
The Horse & The Butterfly
Once there lived a sad and lonely Horse, it was a long time ago the owner died and now no one visited our horse anymore. He so desperately wanted company, to join the other horses he could hear in the distance, but his field was fenced and there was no escape. He would spend his days wandering sadly around the field eating the tastiest bits of grass, until one day when everything would change.
On that fateful day, while sampling a particularly tasty patch of grass a Butterfly came fluttering in and landed on a dandelion next to our Horse.
“Hello beautiful Horse” said the Butterfly
Surprised and delighted that the Butterfly could talk the Horse began telling the Butterfly all his worries
“You see, said the Horse “no one comes to visit anymore and I’m desperately lonely, trapped in this field”
“Oh I see” said the Butterfly “that’s terrible you feel this way”
Now it was just lucky for our Horse, that fine morning, that this little Butterfly was fluttering through the field. Some may even say a coincidence that the Butterfly did land on just that exact dandelion next to our Horse. For our Butterfly was a wise and gentle soul and understood instantly our Horses worry and pain.
“It’s sad Horse but you have lost your way”
“How do you mean little Butterfly” asked the Horse
“You are magnificent, strong and independent, but have forgotten who you are”
“I know I’m a Horse little Butterfly, I haven’t forgotten”
But with that said the Butterfly fluttered off to another flower on the other side of the field. Our Horse started to follow and began thinking out loud,
“What did the Butterfly mean I’ve forgotten who I am? I am a Horse, I don’t get it.”
Soon he was where the little Butterfly had landed again and asked
“Little Butterfly I’m confused, can you explain further”
“Of course” kindly replied the Butterfly “you have been stuck for a long time within this field, lonely and desperate for company, slowly over time this has become your normal, then gradually your have taken this normal to be who you are!”
“That sounds deep little Butterfly” said the Horse “How do you mean”
“We all place prisons within our own minds, these prisons stop us from achieving our dreams, your life alone in this field has now become your prison, you have forgotten your a Horse.”
And with this the little Butterfly fluttered off to another flower
“Oh I’m still confused” thought the Horse as he wandered over to where the Butterfly had once again settled “what prison in my mind?”
Soon our Horse was once again where the Butterfly had landed and asked her to explain more
“I would like to tell you a little story to help explain” said the little Butterfly
“Oh I like Stories” replied the Horse
“Then I shall begin.
The common house flea has the ability to jump 200 times it’s own height, but if you place a glass cup over the flea something interesting happens. When the flea now jumps he keeps hitting his head on the bottom of the glass cup, now his glass roof. After a few jumps the flea realises what’s happening and will adjust his jumping height accordingly. The flea now jumps to just under this new glass roof. When you remove the glass our poor flea is now conditioned into jumping at this new height. He has learnt from experience that if he jumps higher it hurts.
This is the prison of our own minds, we all create them and yours Horse is this field, you have forgotten your a Horse and what a horse does.”
But with this last comment the Butterfly flew out of sight and our Horse was left alone in his field once again.
For a moment our Horse felt sad he was left alone again, but gradually as he was thinking about what the little Butterfly had said he realised he was a Horse
“I am a Horse and horses run and jump and play, I had forgotten who I was, I really had made my own prison in my mind, this field with its fence around had become my prison, but I’m a Horse and Horse’s run and jump and play”
And with this our Horse ran as fast as his legs could take him straight at the fence, in one great jump he cleared it and landed on the other side, he never even glanced back, he just kept running and running to the sounds of the other horses in the distance, our Horse was now free.
Author: Dhamma Tapasa
We have all created prisons within our own minds, anywhere you don’t want to be is like a prison, even in the lap of luxury one can feel poor and in a crowd, lonely. To see these prisons we have created it helps if we practice meditation, observing the mind, its interaction and games it plays as it encounters the world through our senses, When we can see, truly see, the prisons we have created and there unwholesome qualities we naturally let go, we move forward and escape our prisons.