There was an old woman in China who had supported a monk for over twenty years. She had built a little hut for him and fed him while he was meditating. Finally she wondered just what progress he had made in all this time. To find out, she obtained the help of a girl rich in desire. "Go and embrace him," she told her, "and then ask him suddenly: 'What now?'" The girl called upon the monk and without much ado caressed him, asking him what he was going to do about it. "An old tree grows on a cold rock in winter," replied the monk somewhat poetically. "Nowhere is there any warmth." The girl returned and related what he had said. "To think I fed that fellow for twenty years!" exclaimed the old woman in anger. "He showed no consideration for your needs, no disposition to explain your condition. He need not have responded to passion, but atleast he should have evidenced some compassion." She at once went to the hut of the monk and burned it down. http://deoxy.org/koan/6
Quote:"An old tree grows on a cold rock in winter," What a shame that a Gift would come with attachments. When we do something from a place of wholeness within, we will not seek to find out how some one used the "Gift" given them." So often a gift comes with a price tag. Control, Manipulation, You Owe Me, Expectations, and so on. When this is so, there is no gift. I wondered at the monk who spent his life the way he did to show the old woman a different path. Perception here is the key to understanding. Because how we perceive an energy is how we will respond, giving us the ultimate gift of Facing our intent. When Meditation becomes a way of life,( not a portion of our day), what we meditate on become our life path from which we live that which we understand within us. Until we face our fears, face our enemy inside us, and face our self, we will not begin to see the wholeness within the steps we take. loving you
"He showed no consideration for your needs, no disposition to explain your condition. He need not have responded to passion, but atleast he should have evidenced some compassion." This is hilarious!
Very fortunate is the man who takes the yoni as ishta. It's said to be the only path where the world is seen itself to be perfected even as is. Whatever that means. Anyways, the brain washes clean in Shakti.
Indeed. I love that saying. I even got it tatooed on my foot. I think it applies to this story, because the old lady felt so resentful that her expectations toward the monk were not met, that she burnt down the hut that she built.
