Monthly Archives: May 2012

Sugar and Salt Makes the Taste

I have heard an ancient parable — must be very ancient because God used to live on the earth in those days. Slowly slowly, he became very tired of man, because people would torture him continuously. In the middle of the night, somebody would knock and say, “Why have you done this? Why not do […]

Why are you searching for bliss in the outside world?

Rabia el Adawiya is one of the rarest women in the whole human history. There are only a few names that can be compared to Rabia, but still she remains rare, even among these few names — Meera, Theresa, Laila. These are the few names. But Rabia still remains rare. She is a KOHINOOR, the […]

Cherry Blossom and the Misty Moon

It happened about a very famous Zen woman, her name was Rengetsu…. Very few women have attained to the Zen ultimate. This one is one of those rare women. She was on a pilgrimage, and she came to a village at sunset and begged for lodging for the night, but the villagers slammed their doors. […]

Master of Silence

People are so foolish. Either they are deceived by words or they are deceived by silence — but they are deceived either way. There is a famous Zen story. I would like to tell it to you. A monk called himself the ‘Master of Silence’. He was actually a fraud and had no genuine understanding. […]

Old Man’s Horse

I will tell you a small story. It happened in the days of Lao Tzu in China, and Lao Tzu loved it very much. For generations the followers of Lao Tzu have been repeating the story and always finding more and more meaning in it. The story has grown; it has become a live factor. […]

The only flaw of the Palace

There is the story of a king who once built a special palace. He made it so impregnable that no enemy could enter it. We also, in life, make just such castles and take all precautions to keep the enemy away and be absolutely safe. What does man do all his life, after all? Why […]

Mulla Nasruddin’s Clothes

Suppression binds, it does not liberate. Try to suppress something and you find yourself bound hand and foot to it. One evening, as Mulla Nasruddin was setting out to call on some of his friends, an old friend happened to come along. It was twenty years since they had seen each other. Both were beside […]