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Post by spindrift on Mar 29, 2009 13:38:57 GMT
MUDDY ROAD
Tanzan and Ekido were once travelling together down a muddy road. Heavy rain was falling.
Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
'Come on, girl,' said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. 'We monks don't go near females,' he told Tanzan, 'especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?'
'I left the girl there,' said Tanzan. 'Are you still carrying her?'
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 29, 2009 20:14:08 GMT
Aaaaah. I had to read it three times, then light dawned. Lovely!
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Post by spindrift on Mar 29, 2009 20:50:13 GMT
Yes it's good isn't it? Not everything is as it appears!
Most Zen stories are incomprehensible to most people including myself. I have chosen a few easy ones. They are thought-provoking.
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