The Master once said:
"The lantern is your self. Yet when you hold your bowl and eat your food, the food is not your self."
A monk asked, "How about when the food is my self?"
The Master cried, "You wild fox ghost! Country bumpkin!"
He added, "Come, come! Isn't it you who said that the food is your self?"
The monk said, "Yes."
The Master exclaimed, "In the year of the donkey you'll see it in a dream, you hick!"
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This degenerate has it got: Food, bowl, confidence.
Decades, now, the sayings have been read and the breeze through the trees heard. Nothing.
Tell me! Why haven't it you got!?
Submitted June 07, 2020 at 12:16PM by I_am_HALT https://ift.tt/375BxS8
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