Heaven & Hell
Found this beautiful story somewhere. Thought I would want to have it on my blog. And here it's pasted.
A big tough samurai once went to see a little monk. "Monk," he said in
a voice accustomed to instant obedience, "teach me about heaven and
hell!"
The monk looked up at this mighty warrior and replied with utter
disdain, "Teach you about heaven and hell? I couldn't teach you about
anything. You're dirty. You smell. Your blade is rusty. You're a
disgrace, an embarrassment to the samurai class. Get out of my sight!
I can't stand you!"
The samurai was furious. He shook, got all red in the face, was
speechless with rage. He pulled out his sword, raised it above him,
preparing to slay the monk.
"That's hell," said the monk softly.
The samurai was overwhelmed. The compassion and surrender of this
little man who had offered his life to give this teaching to show him
hell! He slowly put down his sword filled with gratitude, suddenly
peaceful.
"And that's heaven," said the monk softly.
A big tough samurai once went to see a little monk. "Monk," he said in
a voice accustomed to instant obedience, "teach me about heaven and
hell!"
The monk looked up at this mighty warrior and replied with utter
disdain, "Teach you about heaven and hell? I couldn't teach you about
anything. You're dirty. You smell. Your blade is rusty. You're a
disgrace, an embarrassment to the samurai class. Get out of my sight!
I can't stand you!"
The samurai was furious. He shook, got all red in the face, was
speechless with rage. He pulled out his sword, raised it above him,
preparing to slay the monk.
"That's hell," said the monk softly.
The samurai was overwhelmed. The compassion and surrender of this
little man who had offered his life to give this teaching to show him
hell! He slowly put down his sword filled with gratitude, suddenly
peaceful.
"And that's heaven," said the monk softly.