The egoed archer and the true boss.

[Guest guest]

After winning several archery contests, the young and rather boastful

champion challenged a Zen master who was renowned for his skill as an

archer. The young man demonstrated remarkable technical proficiency

when he hit a distant bull's eye on his first try, and then split

that arrow with

his second shot. " There, " he said to the old man, " see if you can

match that! "

Undisturbed, the master did not draw his bow, but rather motioned for

the

young archer to follow him up the mountain. Curious about the old

fellow's

intentions, the champion followed him high into the mountain until

they

reached a deep chasm spanned by a rather flimsy and shaky log. Calmly

stepping out onto the middle of the unsteady and certainly perilous

bridge,

the old master picked a far away tree as a target, drew his bow, and

fired a

clean, direct hit. " Now it is your turn, " he said as he gracefully

stepped back

onto the safe ground. Staring with terror into the seemingly

bottomless and

beckoning abyss, the young man could not force himself to step out

onto the

log, no less shoot at a target. " You have much skill with your bow, "

the

master said, sensing his challenger's predicament, " but you have

little skill

with the mind that lets loose the shot. "

 

.......an old tale

 

.....bob

[Guest guest]

On 5/13/06, roberibus111 <Roberibus111 wrote:

> After winning several archery contests, the young and rather boastful

> champion challenged a Zen master who was renowned for his skill as an

> archer. The young man demonstrated remarkable technical proficiency

> when he hit a distant bull's eye on his first try, and then split

> that arrow with

> his second shot. " There, " he said to the old man, " see if you can

> match that! "

> Undisturbed, the master did not draw his bow, but rather motioned for

> the

> young archer to follow him up the mountain. Curious about the old

> fellow's

> intentions, the champion followed him high into the mountain until

> they

> reached a deep chasm spanned by a rather flimsy and shaky log. Calmly

> stepping out onto the middle of the unsteady and certainly perilous

> bridge,

> the old master picked a far away tree as a target, drew his bow, and

> fired a

> clean, direct hit. " Now it is your turn, " he said as he gracefully

> stepped back

> onto the safe ground. Staring with terror into the seemingly

> bottomless and

> beckoning abyss, the young man could not force himself to step out

> onto the

> log, no less shoot at a target. " You have much skill with your bow, "

> the

> master said, sensing his challenger's predicament, " but you have

> little skill

> with the mind that lets loose the shot. "

>

> .......an old tale

>

> .....bob

>

 

Ha!

 

A parable for our little list here!

 

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