![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKN_SN-QNEGswMjJ6EGrIni3o3ZYvb7XpJmlFq6eYthKJC8GpQ3JDHUDtP7Qop_Dk9ed6C69PJg97WlZleLnPEtOiAKGayVSLVQaRF6pW4PtT877FyE0iy23MXX3MWwuldETJdhVgsvQ5T/s400/blue_moon1.jpg)
Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing to steal.
Ryokan returned and caught him. "You have come a long way to visit me," he told the prowler, "and you should not return empty-handed. Please take my clothes as a gift."
The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away.
Ryoken sat naked, watching the moon. "Poor fellow," he mused, "I wish I could have given him this beautiful moon."
No comments:
Post a Comment