A metaphoric reminder of forgiveness and letting go...
A great reminder for me:
Tricycle's Daily Dharma: August 20, 2007
Still Carrying Her
Tanzan and Ekido were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling. Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. "Come on, girl," said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?" "I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"
-- Paul Reps, in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones
from Everyday Mind, edited by Jean Smith, a Tricycle book
Tricycle's Daily Dharma: August 20, 2007
Still Carrying Her
Tanzan and Ekido were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling. Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. "Come on, girl," said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan, "especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?" "I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"
-- Paul Reps, in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones
from Everyday Mind, edited by Jean Smith, a Tricycle book