Zen Story- Carrying burden

Once upon a time many moons ago, two monks were walking in silence through the forest; a younger monk, Anjan, and an older monk, Nanda.

Eventually their path led to a stream. There they saw a beautiful young lady, exquisitely clad, standing on the bank. She was in great distress because she wanted to cross the stream, but did not know how without getting her fine long robes wet.

Without hesitation Nanda scooped her up, crossed the stream, and set her down on dry ground. She thanked him and continued on her way, and the monks continued on theirs again in silence.

Anjan was a bit distressed and confused. He got more restless by the minute and then finally spoke up.

"Brother Nanda," he said, "I do not know what to make of it. You know our order is an austere order, and we cannot so much as speak to a woman. But... but... you saw that lady, you... uh... picked her up and... carried her across the stream! And yet..." he continued, almost choking, "You just keep on walking as if nothing happened!"

"It is quite simple," Nanda replied. "I set her down on the opposite bank, but you, Brother Anjan, are still carrying her!"

So... who, indeed, had the lighter burden, and the lighter step?

Yesterday I saw the film Dark habits by almodovar. it was waste of time

God is Present Everywhere

There was a monastery in a certain place. The monks residing there went out daily to beg their food. One day a monk, while out for his alms sew a landlord beating a man mercilessly. The compassionate monk stepped in and asked the landlord to stop. But the landlord was filled with anger and turned his wrath against the innocent monk. He beat the monk till he fell unconscious on the ground. Someone reported the matter to the monastery. The monks ran to the spot and found their brother lying there. Four or five of them carried him back and laid him on a bed. He was still unconscious. The other monk sat around him sad at heart: some were fanning him. Finally someone suggested that he should given a little milk to drink. when it was poured into his mouth he regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked around. One of the monks said, let us see whether he is fully conscious and can recognize us. Shouting into his ear he said, revered sir, who is giving you milk? Brother replied the holy man in a low voice. He who beat me is now me milk.

Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa

Salt

Once an unhappy young man came to an old master and told him, he was very sad and asked for a solution. The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. “How does it taste?” “Awful” spat the apprentice. The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the Lake, the old man said. “Now drink from the Lake.”
As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the Master asked, “How does it taste?” “Good”, remarked the apprentice. “Do you taste the salt” asked the Master?
“No,” said the young man. The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and said, “The pain of life is pure salt, no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the “pain” depends on the container we put it into.
So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things….
Stop being a Glass…
Become a Lake!!!!
Moral of this story:
1. Be broad minded.
2. See life from a larger Prism.