Tea A major university professor was recently in strange moods: he was anxious, unhappy and while blindly believed in the superiority of his knowledge gave him, he was not at peace with himself and with others. His unhappiness was so deep when his vanity. In a moment of humility he had been able to listen to someone who suggested he learn to meditate as a remedy for their distress. He had heard that Zen was good medicine for the soul. In this region lived a great teacher and the teacher decided to visit him to ask him to accept as a student. Once at the home of the teacher, the teacher sat in the waiting room humble and looked around with a clear-although he imperceptibly superior attitude. The room was almost empty and the few ornaments only sent messages of harmony and peace. The luxury and ostentation were conspicuously absent. When the teacher could receive after due and presentations, the first said, Let me buy you a cup of tea before starting to talk. The professor nodded unhappy. In a few minutes the tea was ready. Calmly, the teacher took the cups and placed them on the table with quick, light after that started to pour the drink into the cup host movements. The cup was filled quickly, but the master without losing its friendly and helpful attitude, continued pouring tea. The liquid overflowed spilling across the table and the teacher, who by then had already exceeded the limit of his patience broke angrily thundering with: Fool Can not you see the cup you are full and do not fit anything else in it!? . Without losing his gesture, the teacher and said, Of course I see it, and see it the same way I can not teach Zen Your mind is already too crowded..
Posted on: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 14:57:47 +0000
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