photo source: Water the Bamboo Center for LeadershipTHE STORY OF BAMBOO
And often, when the wind came to revel in the garden, Bamboo would cast aside her grave stateliness to dance and play merrily, tossing and swaying and leaping and bowing in joyous abandon, leading the Great Dance of the Garden, which delighted the Master’s heart.
Now one day the Master sat down to contemplate his Bamboo with eyes of curious expectancy, Bamboo, in a passion of adoration, bowed her great head to the ground in loving greeting.
The Master spoke: “Bamboo, I would use you.”
Bamboo flung her head to the sky in utter delight. The day of days had come, the day for which she had been made, the day to which she had been growing, hour by hour, the day in which she would find her completion and her destiny. Her voice came softly: “Master, I am ready. Use me as you will!”
“Bamboo,” – the Master’s voice was grave, “I would like take you and cut you down.”
“Cut … me … down! Me, whom you, Master, have made the most beautiful in all your garden … cut me down! Not that, not that. Use me for your joy, O Master, but cut me not down!”
“Beloved Bamboo,” – the Master’s voice grew graver still – “if I do not cut you down, I cannot use you.
The garden grew still … Wind held his breath. Bamboo slowly bent her proud and glorious head. There came a whisper: “Master, if you cannot use me unless you cut me down … then … do your will and cut!”
“Bamboo, beloved Bamboo, I need to cut your leaves and your branches from you also.”
“Master, Master, please spare me. Cut me down and lay my beauty in the dust, but would you also take from me my leaves and branches?”
“Bamboo, if I do not cut them away, I cannot use you.”
The Sun hid his face. A listening butterfly glided fearfully away. And Bamboo shivered in terrible expectancy, whispering low, “Master, cut away.”
“Bamboo, Bamboo, I would also split you in two and cut out your heart, for if I don’t I cannot use you.”
Then was Bamboo bowed to the ground: “Master, Master … then cut me and split me.”
So did the Master of the garden took Bamboo and cut her down and hacked off her branches and stripped off her leaves and cleaved her in two and cut out her heart.
And lifting her gently, he carried her to where there was a spring of fresh, sparkling water in the midst of his dry fields. Then putting one end of broken Bamboo into the spring and the other end into the water channel in his field, the Master laid down gently his beloved Bamboo. The clear sparkling water raced joyously down the channel of Bamboo’s torn body into the waiting fields. Then the rice was planted and the days went by, and the shoots grew, and the harvest came.
photo source: (left) Renato Amato; (right) Wikipedia: Rice production in Thailand
In that day was Bamboo, once so glorious in her stately beauty, yet more glorious in her brokenness and humility. For in her beauty she was life abundant, but in her brokenness she became a channel of abundant life to her Master’s world!
Source | Daniel O’Leary, Year of the Heart: A Spirituality for Lovers, (Paulist Press 1989), pages 85-87
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