A monk seeking peace and enlightenment was meditating at a small far away deserted island. He vowed not to be angry nor be sad, nor be happy and truly be at oneself and he vowed never to leave the island and just be content with oneself. He picked a spot, sat down near a tree and meditated and was still and calm.
"Ahh....enlightened." He declared one morning after many many years of silently meditating. he was reinvigorated and fresh and was at one with the island, the surroundings and himself.
Then he wrote and sent a letter to his previous abbott, thanking him for teaching him, and that he vowed to stay at the island, and that nothing could make him leave. he was truly enlightened and not burdened by this world.
To his surprise, his reclusive abbott too sent a reply letter. He eagerly opened it up and to his dismay, he saw his own letter with red splashes of ink around it. "Fart! Bullshit! Really?" wrote his old abbott, beside his own eloquent thanks. Oh wow, he got mad, and immediately sailed back to his abbott, to demand an explanation.
When they met, he started ripping the old abbott a new one, to which the old abbott said calmly: "You said you were enlightened, you said you were detached of this world and that you would not leave the island, but yet, just mere words can make you so angry. Tell me, are you truly enlightened?"
With Metta,
Da
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