Tanzan and Ekido were once travelling together
down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling.
Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a
silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
“Come on, girl,” said Tanzan at once. Lifting
her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Ekido did not speak again until that night
when they reached a lodging temple. Then
he no longer could restrain himself.
“We monks don’t go near females,” he told
Tanzan, “especially not young and lovely ones.
It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”
“I left the girl there,” said Tanzan.
“Are you still carrying her?”
Credit: 101 Zen Stories Visit
That was a lovely story, funny, too. I went and read a few more, thanks, Philxox
We all carry burdens without any reason. More Zen stories are scheduled for posting Chris. Philip xoxo