What a Fine Mountain
A MASTER who lived as a hermit on a mountain was asked by a monk,
“What is the Way?”
“What a fine mountain this is,” the master said in reply.
“I am not asking you about the mountain, but about the Way.”
“So long as you cannot go beyond the mountain, my son, you cannot
reach the Way,” replied the master.


January 7th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
I don’t know… Patience maybe?
January 7th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
“The Way” is not something that can be explained or told; it’s something that you must train yourself to innately understand. Asking a master who has spent his entire life learning to understand The Way to explain it verbally is likely tantamount a person born blind asking a sighted person to explain the color orange – no frame of reference, all descriptions are meaningless and will never be understood.
If a person asked me to explain the color orange I might reply, “Wow, what a beautiful tree over there.” If the person replies, “What tree, I don’t see a tree?”, I may gather that the person is blind. If the person can’t see the tree, how can I explain orange?
Similarly, if a person insists on seeing the mountain, how can they understand that the mountain, and everything else in existence, is not really there?
March 8th, 2009 at 3:58 am
And so it is that most of the time we put the mountain in our own way.To not see the forest for the trees is really how we blind our selves to the complete picture not just the brush stroke.The simple things are simple because they are simple. Nothing less and nothing more.It is when we attempt to categorize and identify and pigeon hole things that we get lost in the clutter of our own making.As long as we create our own mountains we will gain nothing and go nowhere.