Not Zen 66: Home Temple [REBLOG]

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A young man became engaged to an older woman. Everyone in their village thought it would be an excellent match. But on the eve of the marriage, he called off the ceremony. Without consulting anyone, not even his closest friends, he left his home and traveled to the nearest monastery.

His fiance knew that this was something he’d considered. She had, too. In fact, she had taken him on a tour of the local holy sites. She had an easy time tracking him. However, when she went to visit her lover, the monks would not allow her in.

She climbed the hill next to the compound and spotted her man meditating in the eastern courtyard. She hiked to the east wall. With the help of a pear tree, she scaled the wall and, unhurt by the drop on the other side, she strode to confront her lover.

His head was shaved and he wore a saffron robe. He seemed unsurprised by her presence. But he did not call for the other monks. She sat and adopted a pose of meditation similar to his.

“Are you at peace?” she asked after a while.

“I think I am coming to inner peace, yes,” he replied.
“Did we have happiness at home? I thought we did, both of us.”
“We did. Very much. But what is worldly happiness compared to eternal happiness?”

“It’s nothing, of course. And what about love?”

“What about it? What is love compared to enlightenment?”

“They’re teaching you nothing,” she said sternly. “I taught you more. What is enlightenment without love that flows naturally from it? Aren’t they joined? Shouldn’t you know?”

The young man had no reply. The next day, he asked his teacher this question about love from enlightenment. He was not satisfied with the answer. A day later, he asked again and perceived a similar evasion. So he returned to his home town. He made apologies to his friends. Then he married the woman who had shown him the way to and from the temple.

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