There is a story of a man trying to help a bird from a shell…
There once was a man who was walking by and witness a bird hatching. The man thought it was a wonder to stumble upon a miracle of life. It was an egg shell about as the size of one inch or two. The egg shell moved around shaking back and forth. Suddenly, a chip folded out and a beak peered out. The bird appeared struggling to get out of the shell. It tried and tried. The man felt sympathy for the bird and decided to help it a little. The man teared the rest of the chip and soon after, the bird managed to get out of the egg. It spread its little wings and jumped into the air to fly. Unfortunately, the bird fell from the tree.
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Buddha picked a flower in front of the followers…
Toward the end of his life, the Buddha took his disciples to a quiet pond for instruction. As they had done so many times before, the Buddha’s followers sat in a small circle around him, and waited for the teaching.
But this time the Buddha had no words. He reached into the muck and pulled up a lotus flower. And he held it silently before them, its roots dripping mud and water.
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Here is a story that explains the power of choosing,…
High in the Himalayan mountains lived a wise old man.
Periodically, he ventured down into the local village to entertain the villagers with his special knowledge and talents. One of his skills was to psychically tell the villagers the contents in their pockets, boxes, or minds.
A few young boys from the village decided to play a joke on the wise old man and discredit his special abilities.
One boy came up with the idea to capture a bird and hide it in his hands. He knew of course, the wise old man would know the object in his hands was a bird.
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Facing the odds with a question of life, …
“Suzuki Roshi, I’ve been listening to your lectures for years,” a student said during the question and answer time following a lecture,” but I just don’t understand. Could you just please put in it in a nutshell? Can you reduce Buddhism to one phrase?”
Everyone laughed. Suzuki laughed.
“Everything changes,” he said. Then he asked for another question.
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This is tale of life between the young and old…
A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Zen master. One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves. As he worked, the old master watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples.
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This is a story of a cracked pot who is faced with fulfillment issues, though it is based on it’s own perception…
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
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Here is a story about a pencil. At a point of our lives, we have picked up a pencil. During the course of growing up, it evolved into pens, mechanical pencils, and keyboards. While there are crayons and markers that helped us on our journey, lets focus on the main instrument we use in our writing. The Pencil Maker story goes to the root with a wooden pencil…
The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.
“There are 5 things you need to know,” he told the pencil, “Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.”
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