Saturday, January 14, 2017
Zen stories continued
Two Zen monks are traveling along and they come to a river. A fine lady is there having a conundrum. "Gentleman, or, er, monks, I am afraid with my fancy clothes I will be tangled up and swept away should I try to cross the river. Can you help me?"
"I'll carry you." One monk says. She gets on his shoulders. He walks carefully across the river and sets her down. She goes on her way. The monks go their way. But it is apparent that the non carrying monk is very upset. After a long while of fidgeting and misery he can't hold it in any longer.
"Brother," This monk says. "We're not supposed to have contact with ladies, but you picked her up and carried her!"
"Oh, brother." The second monk says. "I set her down on the banks of the river a long time ago. You are still carrying her."
"Oh." Said the first monk. "You have a point there. But I wrote a super famous Zen story all about it!"
"Yes." Said the second monk. "But I am the hero of that story."
Then the first monk mumbled something, but no one could quite make it out.