Every day in the corner of a library in Japan an old monk was to be found sitting
in peaceful meditation.
“I never see you read the sutras.” said the librarian.
“I never learnt to read.” replied the monk.
“That’s a disgrace. A monk like you ought to be able to read. Shall I teach you?”
“Yes. Tell me,” said the monk pointing to himself, “what is the meaning of this
character?”
Why light a torch
when the sun shines in the heavens?
Why water the ground
when the rain pours down in torrents?
🙂
Every day in the corner of a library in Japan an old monk was to be found sitting
in peaceful meditation.
“I never see you read the sutras.” said the librarian.
“I never learnt to read.” replied the monk.
“That’s a disgrace. A monk like you ought to be able to read. Shall I teach you?”
“Yes. Tell me,” said the monk pointing to himself, “what is the meaning of this
character?”
Why light a torch
when the sun shines in the heavens?
Why water the ground
when the rain pours down in torrents?
🙂