Zendictive’s… 300th post
(after 300 stories and poems, I still enjoy doing this as much now as when I started- the up side is I am getting a grip on the gadgets offered and used to blog)
A hermit was meditating by a river when a young man interrupted him. “Master, I wish to become your disciple,” said the man.
“Why?” replied the hermit. The young man thought for a moment.
 “Because I want to find God.” The master jumped up, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, dragged him into the river, and plunged his head under water. After holding him there for a minute, with him kicking and struggling to free himself, the master finally pulled him up out of the river. The young man coughed up water and gasped to get his breath.
When he eventually quieted down, the master spoke. “Tell me, what did you want most of all when you were under water.”

“Air!” answered the man.

“Very well,” said the master. “Go home and come back to me when you want God as much as you just wanted air.”

 this story found here Spiritual short stories
Once there was a Zen Master in Japan. He cultivated many years in many different temples and had countless disciples.  He was an abbot of a huge temple and many monks quit cultivating due to the unbearable hardships.  However, he had more and more followers because of his reputation. After he had enlightened to the true meaning of life, he left the temple and none of his disciples knew his whereabouts.
Three years later, one of his disciples found the Zen Master living with a bunch of beggars under a bridge in Tokyo.  This disciple
immediately asked the Zen Master to teach him how to cultivate.
 The Zen Master said that only if the disciple could stay with him for two or three days.   So, this disciple dressed like a beggar and
lived for a day like a beggar. The following day, one of the beggars
died and the Zen Master and the disciple buried the body on the
After the burial, the Zen Master came back and slept
soundly until the next morning, but the disciple could not sleep. 
At daybreak, the Zen Master said that they did not have to beg for food that day because the dead beggar had left some food.  The disciple looked at the food, but could not eat even one bite. The Zen Master said, “I already knew that you could not let go of life and
death.  You cannot cultivate with me.” The disciple was speechless
and ashamed.  The Zen Master said, “You can go now. And don’t
bother me again.”
The disciple left with sadness. People who understand the essence of life and the everlasting truth have no fear and will not be saddened by any separation and death of loved ones.  In the carefree spiritual realm, they can laugh about life and death and then transcend life and death. To take life and death lightly is the important first step.
Letting go of life and death enables us to reach the higher spiritual realm. Only when we truly see through the essence of life and death, can we face life and death optimistically and follow its natural course with no fear. In that way, we will have an enjoyable and carefree life.
this story found here … Pure Insight
have a zendictive day