The Stick

[Guest guest]

So he starts telling a story about some Zen master.

The night was not yet ready for the middle of the road.

Vans, you know.

There was a stick.

There wasn't a stick.

Then there was a stick.

Did you hear the one about the jasmine garden?

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

 

 

 

"Barefoot and naked of breast, I mingle

with the people of the world.

My clothes are ragged and dust-laden, and I

Am ever blissful.

I use no magic to extend my life;

Now, before me, the dead trees become

Alive."

 

"Comment: Inside my gate, a thousand sages do not know me.

The beauty of my garden is invisible.

Why should one search for the footprints of the Saints?

I go to the market place with my wine bottle and return home

With my staff.

I visit the wineshop and the market, and everyone I look upon

Becomes enlightened."

 

~~ Kakuan, 10th Zen Oxherding Picture

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

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