Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for February 13, 2017

Transcript:

Two monks, a younger acolyte and an older priest, were traveling to the village of Sui-Shen, to assist in the Moon Festival there. On their way, they came upon a rushing stream, with a beautiful young lady in Moon Festival finery, fretting at the stream’s edge. Woman: Oh, please, good monks! Won’t you carry me on your back over the stream so that I do not ruin my festival dress? Acolyte: No! Not possible. Our order forbids us to touch the flesh of females. To the shock of the younger monk, the older priest smiled… Monk: Of course my dear. Please hop up on my back and I will carry you across. The older monk dutifully carried the young lady across the stream, and set her gently down on the other side. The girl thanked the older priest profusely, and then made her way to the Festival. While walking towards the village, the youthful acolyte fumed and internally raged until he could take it no longer. Acolyte: Elder brother! How dare you carry that woman across that stream, when our order prohibits that? Monk: Younger sibling…I put the girl down on the other side of the stream. Monk: Why are you still carrying her?