The Master Spoke of Being
A student asked,
“What is the meaning of life?”
The master pointed to a tree.
The student said,
“I do not understand.”
The master smiled.
“Do you hear the sparrow’s song?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then you already understand.”
“But what must I achieve?”
The master poured tea until it spilled over.
“Why do you fill what is already full?”
The student bowed low,
“Then life needs no purpose?”
The master swept the floor.
“Does the wind chase itself?”
asked the master.
“Does the moon strive to shine?”
The student wept,
“My heart longs for something more.”
The master said, “More than being alive?”
“Sit. Breathe.
Drink tea. Chop wood.
There is nothing to add.”
And in silence,
The student saw the petals fall—
And finally, stopped asking.
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