The Monks and The Girl
A very good story that I read on Pranav's blog
Two monks, Tanzan and Ekido, were once traveling together down a muddy road in a heavy rain.
Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross a large mud puddle stretching across the road.
"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, lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"
"I left the girl there", said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"
.... Good one. It speaks about the useless baggage that we carry in our mind which more often than not makes life less exciting. Easy to preach but tough to practise.
Two monks, Tanzan and Ekido, were once traveling together down a muddy road in a heavy rain.
Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross a large mud puddle stretching across the road.
"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, lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"
"I left the girl there", said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"
.... Good one. It speaks about the useless baggage that we carry in our mind which more often than not makes life less exciting. Easy to preach but tough to practise.
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