The Farmer and Maya

A farmer and his wife doted on their young son, but one day he fell ill and died.
The mother was stricken with grief; the farmer, however, did not cry.
When she asked him why he was not grieving for their son, he said, "Last night, I dreamed I was a king, and I had eight fine sons. Then, in the morning, I woke up. Who should I weep for? The eight sons in the dream who vanished? Our son who died? It is all Maya; it is all illusion."
The farmer then took his plow and went to work.


Inspired byTales and Parables of Sri Ramakrishna
Notes: This is story 36 in the book. Compare a similar story about Vishnu and Narada: Narada Experiences Maya.


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