{"id":4960,"date":"2013-03-08T12:07:26","date_gmt":"2013-03-08T12:07:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/steampunkopera.wordpress.com\/?p=4960"},"modified":"2013-03-08T12:07:26","modified_gmt":"2013-03-08T12:07:26","slug":"a-few-little-zen-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paulshapera.com\/temp\/a-few-little-zen-stories\/","title":{"rendered":"A Few Little Zen Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\"zen\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Have a few little zen stories in your day.<\/p>\n

1.<\/p>\n

There was once a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with himself and with his position in life. One day he passed a wealthy merchant’s house. Through the open gateway, he saw many fine possessions and important visitors. “How powerful that merchant must be!” thought the stone cutter. He became very envious and wished that he could be like the merchant.<\/span><\/p>\n

To his great surprise, he suddenly became the merchant, enjoying more luxuries and power than he had ever imagined, but envied and detested by those less wealthy than himself. Soon a high official passed by, carried in a sedan chair, accompanied by attendants and escorted by soldiers beating gongs. Everyone, no matter how wealthy, had to bow low before the procession. “How powerful that official is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a high official!”<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he became the high official, carried everywhere in his embroidered sedan chair, feared and hated by the people all around. It was a hot summer day, so the official felt very uncomfortable in the sticky sedan chair. He looked up at the sun. It shone proudly in the sky, unaffected by his presence. “How powerful the sun is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be the sun!”<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he became the sun, shining fiercely down on everyone, scorching the fields, cursed by the farmers and laborers. But a huge black cloud moved between him and the earth, so that his light could no longer shine on everything below. “How powerful that storm cloud is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a cloud!”<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he became the cloud, flooding the fields and villages, shouted at by everyone. But soon he found that he was being pushed away by some great force, and realized that it was the wind. “How powerful it is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be the wind!”<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he became the wind, blowing tiles off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees, feared and hated by all below him. But after a while, he ran up against something that would not move, no matter how forcefully he blew against it – a huge, towering rock. “How powerful that rock is!” he thought. “I wish that I could be a rock!”<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he became the rock, more powerful than anything else on earth. But as he stood there, he heard the sound of a hammer pounding a chisel into the hard surface, and felt himself being changed. “What could be more powerful than I, the rock?” he thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked down and saw far below him the figure of a stone cutter.<\/span><\/p>\n

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2.<\/p>\n

One day Mara, the Evil One, was travelling through the villages of India with his attendants. he saw a man doing walking meditation whose face was lit up on wonder. The man had just discovered something on the ground in front of him. Mara\u2019s attendant asked what that was and Mara replied, “A piece of truth.”<\/p>\n

“Doesn\u2019t this bother you when someone finds a piece of truth, O Evil One?” his attendant asked. “No,” Mara replied. “Right after this, they usually make a belief out of it.”<\/p>\n

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3.<\/p>\n

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The Emperor asked Master Gudo,<\/p>\n

“What happens to a man of enlightenment after death?”<\/p>\n

“How should I know?” replied Gudo.<\/p>\n

“Because you are a master,” answered the Emperor.<\/p>\n

“Yes sir,” said Gudo, “but not a dead one.”<\/p>\n

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4.<\/p>\n

Ikkyu, the Zen master, was very clever even as a boy. His teacher had a precious teacup, a rare antique. Ikkyu happened to break this cup and was greatly perplexed. Hearing the footsteps of his teacher, he held the pieces of the cup behind him. When the master appeared, Ikkyu asked: \u201cWhy do people have to die?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is natural,\u201d explained the older man. \u201cEverything has to die and has just so long to live.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ikkyu, producing the shattered cup, added: \u201cIt was time for your cup to die.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n5.<\/p>\n

Toward the end of his life, the Buddha took his disciples to a quiet pond for instruction. As they had done so many times before, the Buddha\u2019s followers sat in a small circle around him, and waited for the teaching.<\/p>\n

But this time the Buddha had no words. He reached into the muck and pulled up a lotus flower. And he held it silently before them, its roots dripping mud and water.<\/p>\n

The disciples were greatly confused. Buddha quietly displayed the lotus to each of them. In turn, the disciples did their best to expound upon the meaning of the flower: what it symbollized, and how it fit into the body of Buddha\u2019s teaching.<\/p>\n

When at last the Buddha came to his follower Mahakasyapa, the disciple suddenly understood. He smiled and began to laugh. Buddha handed the lotus to Mahakasyapa and began to speak.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can be said I have said to you,\u201d smiled the Buddha, \u201cand what cannot be said, I have given to Mahakashyapa.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mahakashyapa became Buddha\u2019s successor from that day forward.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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