Wednesday, 20 January 2010
A bit of Zen from a Friend called Diane
A hermit renowned for his wisdom laying dying in his cave. everyone came from the country round about and climbed the narrow winding path towards the cave. There wasn't enough room for them all, and so a very long queue formed, waiting breathlessly to learn what the master's last words would be at the moment of his final enlightenment. A buzz began, and the word started passing, "The Master says God is like a big fish....' People passed the word and puzzled over it. Then one young monk, a bit too independent, said 'Rubbish. God isn't a fish.' Up the mountain the word was relayed, and the master heard it repeated in scandalised tones at the cave-mouth. He raised himself on one elbow, smiled and said, "O.K. So God's not a big fish.' and then he lay down, still smiling, and died.