Is this a post about jealous energies?

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> Our Brains are FASTER than our typing speed!

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And the mind is smarter than we think, doc., don'tcha think?

Actually doc,. the fewer words I use the less it happens, duu UUH:)

Regarding few words here's a great Zen tale I thought you might like

illustrating the power in one word.

rusty

 

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Su Dongpo was an avid student of Buddhist teachings, and often

discussed

them with his good friend, the Zen master Foyin. The two lived

across

the

river from one another - Su Dongpo's residence on the north side and

Foyin's

Gold Mountain Temple on the south side.

 

One day, Su Dongpo felt inspired and wrote the following poem:

 

I bow my head to the heaven within heaven

Hairline rays illuminating the universe

The eight winds cannot move me

Sitting still upon the purple golden lotus

 

Impressed by himself, Su Dongpo dispatched a servant to hand-carry

this poemto Foyin. He felt certain that his friend would be just as

impressed.

 

When Foyin read the poem, he immediately saw that it was both a

tribute tothe Buddha and a declaration of spiritual refinement.

The " eight winds " inthe poem referred to praise, ridicule, honor,

disgrace, gain, loss, pleasure and misery - interpersonal forces of

the material world that drove and influenced the hearts of men. Su

Dongpo was saying that he had attained a higher level of

spirituality, where these forces no longer affected him.

 

Smiling, the Zen master wrote " fart " on the manuscript and had it

returned to Su Dongpo.

 

Su Dongpo had been expecting compliments and a seal of approval, so

he was shocked when he saw what the Zen master had written. He hit

the roof: " How dare he insult me like this? Why that lousy old monk!

He's got a lot of explaining to do! "

 

Full of indignation, Su Dongpo ordered a boat to ferry him to the

other shore as quickly as possible. Once there, he jumped off and

charged into the temple. He wanted to find Foyin and demand an

apology.

 

He found Foyin's door closed. On the door was a piece of paper, with

the following two lines:

 

The eight winds cannot move me

One fart blows me across the river

 

This stopped Su Dongpo cold. Foyin had anticipated this hotheaded

visit. Su Dongpo's anger suddenly drained away as he understood his

friend's meaning.

If he really was a man of spiritual refinement, completely

unaffected by the eight winds, then how could he be so easily

provoked?

 

With a few strokes of the pen and minimal effort, Foyin showed that

Su Dongpo was in fact not as spiritually advanced as he claimed to

be.

Ashamed but wiser, Su Dongpo departed quietly.