By SYZ站長 | 2020/02/07 |
It’s late autumn; sweeping leaves keeps the little monk busy all day. And while he sweeps, the leaves keep falling. Often it takes him all morning to get sweep the courtyard clean, and by the afternoon he has to do it all over again.
“You aren’t just leaves, you’re trouble!” The little monk complains while sweeping, just as the Master walks past.
Master smiles. “You say the leaves are trouble? Well said, well said! Trouble comes, we sweep them away! Trouble comes again, we sweep them again!”
“It’s not just our leaves; the wind brings them in constantly!” The little monk points at the temple gate. “Our walls are too low, and our gates are always open. Fallen leaves always finds a way to sneak in.”
“Well, don’t some of our foliage get blown out as well? There’s no need to mind where the foliage comes from. As long as they are in our garden, we’ll take care of it!”
Master pats the little monk gently. “Where leaves grow, leaves will fall. Where there’s happiness, there will be sorrow. If the leaves fall today, we sweep today; if the leaves fall tomorrow, we sweep tomorrow. We don’t stop sweeping, just because we know there will be more in the future. We have such a garden in our hearts too. Flowers bloom and wilt, leaves grow and are cast away. We needn’t see them as troubles, as long as we keep sweeping. Diligently, steadily, sweep by sweep, let the sweeping become your meditation.”