Page 110 (After the ecstasy, the laundry by Jack Kornfield)
A disciple of Zen sent his master faithful accounts of his spiritual progress.
In the first month, the student wrote, "I feel an expansion of consciousness and experience oneness with the universe."
The master glanced at the note and threw it away.
The following month, this is what the student had to say: "I finally discovered that the Divine is present in all things."
The master seemed disappointed.
In his third letter the desciple enthusiastically explained, "The mystery of the One and teh many has been revealed to my wondering gaze."
The master yawned.
The next letter said, "No one is born, no one lives, and no one dies, for the self is not."
The master threw up his hands in despair.
After that month passed by, then two, then five, then a whole year. The master thought it was time to remind his disciple of his duty to keep him informed of the spiritual progress.
The disciple wrote back, "I am simply living my life. And as for spiritual practice, who cares?"
When the master read that he cried, "Thank God. He has got it at last."
No blogging more for today. I will have to relax at the hotel. I will perhaps order one of these delicious juices there. I will burn some incence, I will meditate for a while, I will probably chanting aumm. Then I will sleep. Hopefully I will be fit tomorrow morning - THE PRACTICE. Now I am feeling even feverish.