Sufi Tale: The Dead Man

Publicado el febrero 5, 2012 por Create and Share

A man, who was supposed to be dead, was being carried by his friends to the cemetery. When they were about to bury him, the dead man suddenly came to life and began to pound on the lid of the coffin. The lid was raised.

The man sat up. “What are you doing?”- he said to the assembled crowd. “I am not dead!”

His words were met with silent disbelief. Finally one of the mourners said: “Friend, both the doctors and the priests have certified you as dead. So dead you are. How could be the experts wrong?”

And he was duly buried.

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Publicado el noviembre 21, 2011 por Create and Share

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Overcoming Anger

A Zen student said to his teacher, “Master, I have an ungovernable temper. Help me get rid of it.”

“You have something very strange,” said the teacher. “Show it to me.”

“Right now I cannot show it to you.”

“Why not?”

“It arises suddenly.”

“Then it cannot be your own true nature,” said the teacher, “if it were, you would be able to show it to me at any time. Why are you allowing something that is not yours to trouble your life?”

Thereafter whenever the student felt his temper rising he remembered his teacher’s words and checked his anger. In time, he developed a calm and placid temperament. Sigue leyendo →

When The Waters Were Changed (Sufi Tale)

Publicado el octubre 23, 2011 por Create and Share

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Once upon a time Khidr, the teacher of Moses, called upon mankind with a warning. At a certain date, he said, all the water in the world which had not been specially hoarded, would disappear. It would then be renewed, with different water, which would drive men mad.

Only one man listened to the meaning of this advice. He collected water and went to a secure place where he stored it, and waited for the water to change its character.

On the appointed date the streams stopped running, the wells went dry, and the man who had listened, seeing this happening, went to his retreat and drank his preserved water. Sigue leyendo →

The Buddha Within, a Zen Story by OSHO

Publicado el octubre 4, 2011 por Create and Share

ZEN STORY

An old Zen story tells of a pilgrim who mounted his horse and crossed formidable mountains and swift rivers seeking a famous wise man in order to ask him how to find true enlightenment. After months of searching, the pilgrim located the teacher in a cave.
The Master listened to the question and said nothing. The seeker waited. Finally, after hours of silence, the Master looked at the steed on which the pilgrim had arrived, and asked the pilgrim why he was not looking for a horse instead of enlightenment.

The pilgrim responded that obviously he already had a horse. The Master smiled, and retreated into his cave. Very indicative! The Master said, ”Why don’t you search for a horse? Why do you bother about Buddhahood?”

And the man said, ”What nonsense are you talking about? The horse is already with me. I have got the horse!Why should I seek it?”

And the Master didn’t say anything – he simply smiled and retreated into his cave. Finished! He had given the answer.

COMMENTS

You are a Buddha. You cannot search for it. That is the great declaration of all the great religions – that you are gods and goddesses in disguise, incognito.

You have forgotten your own identity, you don’t know who you are. Hence all seeking. And sometimes you start seeking that which you are already. Then it is impossible to find… then frustration.

Don’t start seeking, just start looking at what is the case. Looking into the reality as it is, is enough. That is the meaning of Zen people when they say ”Be herenow” – look into reality.

Nothing is missing, all is already here. Listening to it, please avoid creating an ideal; otherwise your ideal will mislead you.

Source: ” Zen: The Path of Paradox, Vol 3 ” – Osho

Two Inspirational Zen Tales: About Death and Spiders

Publicado el septiembre 12, 2011 por Create and Share

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A Letter To a Dying Man

Bassui wrote the following letter to one of his disciples who was about to die:

“The essence of your mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is a mere void. It has neither color nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains.

“I know you are very ill. Like a good Zen student, you are facing that sickness squarely. You may not know exactly who is suffering, but question yourself: What is the essence of this mind? Think only of this. You will need no more. Covet nothing. Your end, which is endless, is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air.”

The Spider

A Tibetan story tells of a meditation student who, while meditating in his room, believed he saw a spider descending in front of him. Each day the menacing creature returned, growing larger and larger each time. So frightened was the student, that he went to his teacher to report his dilemma. He said he planned to place a knife in his lap during meditation, so when the spider appeared he would kill it. The teacher advised him against this plan. Instead, he suggested, bring a piece of chalk to meditation, and when the spider appeared, mark an “X” on its belly. Then report back.

The student returned to his meditation. When the spider again appeared, he resisted the urge to attack it, and instead did just what the master suggested. When he later reported back to the master, the teacher told him to lift up his shirt and look at his own belly. There was the “X”.

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Publicado el agosto 28, 2011 por Create and Share

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Nasrudin Dies

Nasrudin was very old and lying on his bed, about to die at any moment. He said to his wife, “Why are you dressed in black and looking so sorrowful? Go put on your finest clothes, fix up your hair, and smile!“

“Nasrudin,” she tearfully responded, “how can you ask me to do such a thing? You are ill, and I am dressed like this out of respect for you.”

“Yes,” Nasrudin said, “and that’s why I made my request. The Angel of Death will be here soon, and if he sees you all dressed up and beautiful, maybe he’ll leave me and take you instead.”

And after giving a little laugh, Nasrudin died.

Train Ticket

Nasrudin was about to board a train, and the conductor asked him for his ticket.

Nasrudin began looking through his pants pockets, but he couldn’t find it.

“One moment,” he said. “I know I brought it.”

He searched his bag, and still couldn’t find it. He then searched the floor around him, and the missing ticket still eluded him. He even began looking in his socks, but alas, the money was not found.

As the conductor watched this, he asked, “Why don’t you check that pocket on your shirt? That’s usually where most people put their ticket.”

“Oh, I can’t look there,” Nasrudin replied.

“Why not?” the conductor asked.

Nasrudin explained, “Because if I do and I find out it is not there, then I would have no hope at all of finding it!“

Zen Tale: Close your ears

Publicado el agosto 18, 2011 por Create and Share

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A Man and his son were once going with their Donkey to market. As they were walking along by its side a countryman passed them and said: “You fools, what is a Donkey for but to ride upon?”

So the Man put the Boy on the Donkey and they went on their way. But soon they passed a group of men, one of whom said: “See that lazy youngster, he lets his father walk while he rides.”

And thus the Man ordered his Boy to get off, and got on himself. But they hadn’t gone far when they passed two women, one of whom said to the other: “Shame on that lazy lout to let his poor little son trudge along.”

Well, the Man didn’t know what to do, but at last he took his Boy up before him on the Donkey. By this time they had come to the town, and the passers-by began to jeer and point at them. The Man stopped and asked what they were scoffing at. The men said: “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for overloading that poor donkey of yours and your hulking son?”

The Man and Boy got off and tried to think what to do. They thought and they thought, till at last they cut down a pole, tied the donkey’s feet to it, and raised the pole and the donkey to their shoulders. They went along amid the laughter of all who met them till they came to Market Bridge, when the Donkey, getting one of his feet loose, kicked out and caused the Boy to drop his end of the pole. In the struggle the Donkey fell over the bridge, and his fore-feet being tied together he was drowned. “That will teach you,” said an old man who had followed them:

- “Please all, and you will please none. Close your ears to the opinion of others. Do not pay attention to the words of others. Just listen to the voice of your heart.”

Short Stories by Anthony de Mello (II)

Publicado el agosto 2, 2011 por Create and Share

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The perception of our highest state, called enlightenment by some, Christ consciousness by other, or happiness by the vast majority, is something that simply happens; it’s all about becoming aware. Traditional tales and fables have always served this quest, and have been used by masters of many spiritual traditions as tools to reach the Truth. Anthony de Mello is one of those authors who masters the transmission of the trascendental messages that hide behind fables and tales. Sigue leyendo →

The Searcher, By Jorge Bucay

Publicado el julio 30, 2011 por Create and Share

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This is the story of a man who I would define as a searcher. A searcher is a person who searches, but does not necessarily find anything. Nor it is someone who necessarily knows what he is looking for. It is simply someone who takes life itself as a search.

One day, the searcher felt he had to go to the city of Kammir. He had learned to follow his internal voice, although he didn’t know where that voice came from. He left everything and took off.

After two days walking along dusty roads, he could see, on the horizon, the silhouette of Kammir. Shortly before arriving in the town, he noticed a low hill on the right side of the road. It was covered with a wonderful green lawn and lots of trees, birds and flowers and was surrounded by a small shiny wooden fence. He saw a small gate, and decided to go through it.

He suddenly forgot the town and wanted to rest in this place. As he crossed the gate he walked slowly among white stones that were distributed randomly between the trees.

His eyes were like butterflies alighting on each detail of this amazing and colorful paradise. His searching eyes discovered an inscription carved on a stone.

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Koan: The Sound of One Hand

Publicado el julio 18, 2011 por Create and Share

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A koan is a story, puzzle, or dialogue that contains wisdom that can be gleaned by intuition. Koans may not always make logical or rational sense, but the intent is to appeal to the intuition and make you look within for answers. Sigue leyendo →