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” “What “ I answered, “Begin and continue what?” “Whatever you do.” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “I am miserable” I said to the teacher . “People are not friendly. They do not treat me well. My kids and wife don’t say much to me. They just grumble. When I come home, they don’t say talk to me much.” The teacher looked at me with a good natured smile, :Why don’t you write a script of what you expect. Ask everyone to read it and then everyone will treat you as you expect to be treated.” I knew what he meant and said, ”Ouch - Got me on that one.” LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL I asked the teacher, ”What is my place in the world? What should I be doing. What am I?” Right now you are a questioner and that’s all you should be doing now but ask me later and I will tell you.” the teacher replied We walked along the road. “So you were going to tell me what I am and what I should be doing,“ I said. The teacher said ,”Right now you are a walker and that’s all you should be doing now, But ask me later and I will tell you.” We ate our lunch “So you were going to tell me what I am and what I should be doing,“ I said. The teacher said ,”Right now you are an eater of food and that’s all you should be doing now.. But ask me later and I will tell you.” “Why do you keep putting me off. I am waiting for you to explain my grand purpose in life , my destiny, the meaning of my life.” “In every moment, you are only what you are doing, and that is all you should be doing. Right now you too often distract yourself with questions. Maybe, you should be doing something.” “And what are you when you are doing nothing?“ the student said challenging the master. The master asked, “Do you mean when you are sitting and not even thinking?” “Yes” “Then you are the being God,” said the teacher/ **************************************************************
A student and the teacher were sitting on a porch. The student looked at the dog in the grass not far from them. The dog lie stomach down his head resting on his paws, his eyes half shut. The student commented, “I sure would not want to be a dog.” “Why? ”asked the master. “It is such a waste to just lie there all the time - to have nothing to do, to have no goals, to know nothing.” “It is funny,” said the teacher, ”I think I know that they the dog was just looking at you, and feeling glad that he was not one of the humans with too much to do all the time, with endless goals and thinking they knew it all.” UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU “When will the savior come?” the student asked. “You are the savior. The truth is within all of us. As a bird has the knowledge of how to fly, you have the truth. You are one who knows. You are the light and the way.” “I am not the savior.” The student scoffed. “You are not my savior or anyone else’s. But you are the only one who can save yourself.”
The teacher looked at the moon and asked the student, “What is that?” “It is the moon, ” the student replied. “The moon!” the teacher said, “Moon is just a word.” “It is a large object in space made of rock and dirt,” the student offered/ “More words! Words are mere illusions – mere shadows of the things they are suppose to describe” the teacher laughed. “Yes but the words describe the thing.” “The word is not the thing just like a map is not the territory.” “What do you mean?” the student asked. “Let me tell you a story. A man told his son to go to another town to fetch something. He drew a map. The son looked at it and without questioning much, he departed. When he came back, he was angry at his father. The son yelled, ”You gave me a map and you drew a little line and said it was a river…. Well, when I got there, that little line was a wide river with cold rapids. I nearly drowned. The little swirls you drew, you said were mountains. They were huge, steep, cold and covered with snow. I could not believe the size of the little swirls you drew. I nearly froze. I had to climb rock walls to get over the mountains. I nearly died.”
The father answered, “You would not have believed or understood what you were about to encounter. You have to walk the path. I wanted you to know - The word is not the thing. The map is not the territory.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A man went to the teacher and said, “I am depressed and angry. I have had a terrible past. I was beaten as a children by my father. I was married and had children. I had money and lost it all in investments. My wife got mad at me. She attacked me with a pan! I am afraid of her. She ran off with my daughter and sons. I do not even know where my children are now.” The teacher asked, ”Where is your father?” “He is long dead, ” I replied. The teacher asked, ”Where is your wife?” “I don’t know, ” I replied. The teacher asked, ”She is not right here now ?” “No she is probably on the West Coast, ” I replied. The teacher asked, ”Far away ” “Yes, ” I replied. The teacher asked, ”Where is your money?” “It is long gone, ” I replied. The teacher nodded and then asked, ”Where are your children?” “I don’t know. They never call me, ” I replied, “I can hardly remember them – it has been so long.” “So you have trouble even conjuring up their image?” the teacher asked. I asked, “Why are you asking me all theses questions?” “Because all are dead or long gone and you can hardly remember them. They are not here now” the teacher said with a smile. “Are they here?,” he added and he pointed around the room.” “No. They are not here, ” I replied. The teacher asked, ” Check behind the door, behind the drapes. Are you sure they are not here ? ” “Yes, they are definitely not here” I laughed at the silly question. The teacher asked, ”Then why are you straining your imagination and acting as though they are? Yet, you go through a lot of trouble digging up the past from its grave. Why are you re-living your past” Wasn’t it hard enough the first time.” He waited while I sat in silence wondering about his question.
Finally he said,” You are safe here. If they try to come in here, I will not let them in. Be here now.” “Here now?, “ I asked. “Yes – Here now,” the teacher said staring into my eyes. Suddenly I relaxed and looked around the room. I heard a bird chirping in the distance.
Five monks were travelling and came to a town and decided to stay for a while. The people of the town seemed very unhappy and they thought perhaps they should help them. The monks gathered sand and used vegetable dyes to color the sand. Then they smoothed out a large area. They carefully placed the grains of sand until they constructed a great Wheel of Life. The wheel showed the way Buddhists see the world and our human condition, the reason we do what we do. The week called the Bhavacakra is represented as being held by the jaws, hands, and feet of a fearsome figure who turns the wheel There was a figure or symbol in the upper left and the upper right. The symbol was a moon and a Buddha with clouds in the background. The wheel was very intricate and it took weeks for the monks to complete it. The townspeople watched with great interest. They loved the beauty of the wheel. It came time for the monks to go on their way. They took brooms and swept away the intricately beautiful wheel. The townspeople freaked out. “What are you doing? Why did you spend so long drawing a wheel only to sweep it away?” their leader asked The monks looked at them calmly. The master said, ”All things must pass.” The townspeople said, “You could have left it for a while so we could enjoy it.” “And how long would you have it stay there? Eventually the wind and rain would wash it away.” “For as long as possible. We could protect it from the rain and wind somehow, ” they answered.
“You would cling to it and it would eventually become meaningless.” “What is the use of making something if you are going to destroy it right afterward?” “We enjoyed the process of making the wheel. The wheel is just the end product and is impermanent. Life is the means and not the end” The mayor said, ”I do not understand you crazy monks.” The master said, “Live your life and enjoy the process. Enjoy each moment because after this moment, there is nothing left but the next moment. But it is more to enjoy.” “I create and I want to keep what I create,” the leader objected. “Life is creating, not looking at what you have created and clinging to what you have created. Life is a path. If you think you have arrived at your destination, your life is over.”