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The Meaning of Life
The Meaning of Life
A mendicant ascetic sat down where the Buddha
was instructing the monks. He listened attentively
unitl the Buddha finished the sermon and then
admonished the Awakened One to return to the
life of austerities. The Buddha listened in silence,
bowed respectfully, and left without saying a word.
Next day, the ascetic attended the sermon
and again, reproached the Buddha for his life of ease.
Gautama listened in silence and left without answering.
This scene repeated itself every day for a month, until
Ananada could not contain himself any longer, and asked the
Buddha,
"Master, why are you ignoring the questions of that ascetic?"
"Ananda, if I answer him he will not understand and will
wander off still thiinking he is right. My refusal to answer
keeps him here listening to us. As soon as he is ready I will
speak to him."
Ananda feeling sorry for the ascetic who was by this time
visibly hurt and angry by Buddha's silence, approached him
the next day and said, "Please noble sir, don't be saddened
by my master's silence. He will answer all your questions
as soon as you are ready to understand."
The Ascetic laughted with scorn, "It is your master who is
learning from me, and who is afraid to answer my questions,
but fear not, I'll stay here for as long as it takes to
instruct him."
Ananda bowed to him and walked away
hardly able to contain his amusement.
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When I came upon the net, joined spiritual & poetry groups, this story blew me away. So I posted it to many of my groups;
much later I found out that my poet friend, & Zen master (wielded a zen-stick once or twice) Pete Sierra wrote it. I had another huge laugh. One of those belly laughs.
Here's a link to many more of Pete's outstanding nondual/Zen stories. Amazing stuff. Enjoy
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enlightenedfiction/
Hunting the Void (Zen stories) http://cerosoul.wordpress.com
http://awakefiction.wordpress.com/
Love,
Anna
A mendicant ascetic sat down where the Buddha
was instructing the monks. He listened attentively
unitl the Buddha finished the sermon and then
admonished the Awakened One to return to the
life of austerities. The Buddha listened in silence,
bowed respectfully, and left without saying a word.
Next day, the ascetic attended the sermon
and again, reproached the Buddha for his life of ease.
Gautama listened in silence and left without answering.
This scene repeated itself every day for a month, until
Ananada could not contain himself any longer, and asked the
Buddha,
"Master, why are you ignoring the questions of that ascetic?"
"Ananda, if I answer him he will not understand and will
wander off still thiinking he is right. My refusal to answer
keeps him here listening to us. As soon as he is ready I will
speak to him."
Ananda feeling sorry for the ascetic who was by this time
visibly hurt and angry by Buddha's silence, approached him
the next day and said, "Please noble sir, don't be saddened
by my master's silence. He will answer all your questions
as soon as you are ready to understand."
The Ascetic laughted with scorn, "It is your master who is
learning from me, and who is afraid to answer my questions,
but fear not, I'll stay here for as long as it takes to
instruct him."
Ananda bowed to him and walked away
hardly able to contain his amusement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When I came upon the net, joined spiritual & poetry groups, this story blew me away. So I posted it to many of my groups;
much later I found out that my poet friend, & Zen master (wielded a zen-stick once or twice) Pete Sierra wrote it. I had another huge laugh. One of those belly laughs.
Here's a link to many more of Pete's outstanding nondual/Zen stories. Amazing stuff. Enjoy
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/enlightenedfiction/
Hunting the Void (Zen stories) http://cerosoul.wordpress.com
http://awakefiction.wordpress.com/
Love,
Anna