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PeterParticipantHi Alessa
I agree it would not be love but a illusion of desire, a fantasy imagined as being Love.I don’t know anyone who has not fallen into that trap. And some of them have required that inner ‘slap’ to ‘wake up’. I’m pretty sure most of us have also experienced that “waking up” the hard way as well. đ To my way of reading, its what makes the Zen story relatable. I’ve been shamed by such a slap, I have dressed up desire as love, I have hidden truths from myself that only a ‘slap’ would sake loose… but I am also the gardener who sometimes sees. So their is hope đ
PeterParticipantHi Anita,
I appreciate the way youâre exploring the nunâs motives. Itâs natural to look at the story through the lens of relational and community dynamics as a monastery does have rules and structure, and those matter on a practical level.
On that level, I imagine the master would probably need to speak with both the monk and the nun to bring some light and discipline to whatever desires, illusions, or motivations might have been involved. He might even turn the incident into a Zen Kaon style story to teach others on the illusion behind hidden professions of love.
Such stories tend to avoiding labeling desire or motive as good or bad. Instead, they use moments like this to reveal whatâs been hidden. In that sense, the monk, the nun, and even the master arenât so much âcharactersâ as mirrors for different movements within oneâs own mind.
For example, I see the nun as an aspect of myself that wants to help others “see”, yet is sometimes hesitant to confront things directly. And your question also highlights another part of me, the part that has confronted others with a hidden intention to hurt and or shame. The story reflects all of these impulses and desires. Which, each in their own ways become problematic when not ‘seen’. Illuminated, and are a form of desire. In such a story I’m not required to judge or label myself, which is another form of illusion, but notice, and in noticing these aspects of self, soften and even dissolve them.
At the same time, the nun standing up and speaking openly isnât necessarily only about shaming or correcting him. Itâs also the kind of jolt Zen stories are known for. The moment when something concealed suddenly steps into the light. Not right or wrong, just seen. And sometimes such ‘seeing’ requires such a metaphorical slap.
PeterParticipantHi Thomas,
Thanks for posting these Zen stories. One of the things I enjoy about them is how many different layers they offer depending on how you look.One way I like to approach a Zen story is the same way Iâd look at a dream, where every figure is an aspect of myself. So in this one, Iâm the monk hiding desire, the nun exposing it, and the class watching. When I played with the story, I added a gardener quietly observing the whole inner drama. (observer is the observed) Thatâs why my version leans more toward illumination than ruleâbreaking. The âshadows chased by dawnâ was my way of pointing to that moment when something hidden becomes seen, and illusion loses its power.
For me, Zen stories often point toward that shift from concealment to clarity. Not in a moral sense, but in the simple way that seeing dissolves confusion.
I appreciate the exchange. Itâs interesting how the same story keeps shifting depending on where we stand.
PeterParticipantI was tending the garden when the commotion began, a ripple in the stillness, the kind only quiet souls know how to make.
The nun rose like a flame remembering its ancient name.
The monk stiffened, as though the figs he longed for had suddenly begun to speak.âAh,â I murmured, âa illusion has stumbled into daylight.â
Her voice moved through the hall and the shadows fled as if chased by dawn.
His silence opened like a gate, and there, in the clearing, desire revealed its true face, dangiours when hidden, wisdom when seen.I returned to my cucumbers, content with their simple honesty, for they ask nothing of the dark and grow straight toward whatever sun
the day is willing to give.
PeterParticipantHi Everyone
Iâve loved this Zen story about the âsilent debateâ, how, when no words are spoken, we end up hearing the sound of our own minds. When nothing is said, everything you see is yourself. Thanks for sharing it ThomasWhat moves me most is how two people can stand in the same moment and walk away carrying completely different worlds. The traveling monk walked away touched by wisdom. The disciple walked away stung by insult. And yet, somehow, the lesson still found its way to the hearts that needed it.
This story reminds me that the Way, the quiet intelligence of life, rarely arrives wrapped in perfection. Sometimes it comes disguised as misunderstanding, as hurt feelings, as someone elseâs anger. Sometimes the Way speaks through us even when weâre not trying to be wise, even when weâre caught in our own storms.
The traveler was humbled by what he experienced as a profound insight. The disciple was inflamed by what he believed was mockery. Two egos, two illusions, one puffed up, one wounded. Zen has a way of showing us that ego distorts everything, whether it lifts us up or knocks us down.
And thereâs a softer lesson for the disciple too: I imagine him learning how the traveler interpreted their exchange, and in that moment discovering that others sometimes see more strength, more depth, more wholeness in us than we see in ourselves.
For me, this story is a reminder to stay open. To remember that meaning often rises not from what happens, but from the landscape inside us. And that wisdom can find us anywhere, even in silence, even in confusion, even in the places where we least expect it.
PeterParticipantThanks Alessa
I really appreciate how you keep these reflections grounded in real life. Thank you for sharing that moment; Your walk with your dog says everything, itâs beautiful.
PeterParticipantAnita – Yes đ
PeterParticipantHi Everyone – I think I’ll leave the conversation on flow’s rise and fall here, with this Christmas blessing:
Winterâs Grace
Trusting the Light WithinThe pathless path lies silent,
Not yours to claim or trace.
The choiceless choice is given,
A grace that leaves no trace.Virgin birth within the spirit
A dawn no shadow can bind.
As Earth in winter slumbers,
Let your hidden light unwind.Become the glass unclouded,
The mirror without a face.
Eyes that truly open,
Ears that deeply embrace.Not seeking, yet surrender,
No grasp, no guarded view
Transparent to transcendence,
The Way is finding you.
PeterParticipantAnita… even ânot tryingâ is still a kind of trying… I donât have an answer in words. Tao, Flow, Presence â these arenât an understanding of the mind, but a knowing of the heart.
PeterParticipantTo simplify: I may forget or remember, but I’m learning to trust compassion as the deeper Truth that keeps shaping us. For me, Unfolding Presence is becoming a kind of faith without doctrine, creating space were compassion reveals whatâs ‘True‘ and free us from beliefs can trap us in pain.
PeterParticipantAnita, I hear how strongly your motherâs old message still echoes, pulling you back into âshe was good, so I must be bad.â And yet I also see the courage in your wondering: what if my goodness doesnât depend on her at all?
I realize my language around Flow may have been confusing. Youâve described it as spontaneity, like a river moving moment to moment. What Iâve been pointing toward is Flow as arising and return â remembering and forgetting â while trusting that the truths weâve realized keep shaping us even when we donât hold them tightly.
Still, as the story of Shang Qiukai reminds us, we can sincerely believe something that isnât true, like âmy goodness depends on mother.â Thatâs why I lean into compassion as a Truth as it reveals whether a belief is true or not. If a belief traps us in pain, compassion shows us it cannot be the deeper truth.
To be candid, I find your question both confusing and challenging, because the word âgoodnessâ doesnât resonate with me. What does connect is the deeper sense of being enough, a wound that feels almost primal. Thatâs where Flow or Presence feels most alive for me: not in defining goodness, but in learning to trust that even when I forget, the truth of being enough keeps working quietly within.
PeterParticipantAnita, if Iâm hearing you correctly, ‘Flow’ takes shape for you right now through repetition and reâevaluation, making sure realizations stay present in your awareness. That is what helps you move forward.
For me, with a shared anxiety of forgetting, Iâm experimenting with something different, resting in a realization and trusting it without needing to revisit it. I hear this isnât where you are at the moment, and thatâs perfectly okay.
I wonder if I should use a different word than Flow to describe it. Maybe Unfolding or Presence fits better?
What I hold for you, and for myself, is the possibility that, in time, the realizations weâve touched, especially the sense of being enough, might feel so steady and trusted that they simply live in us without effort. Not as something to chase or reinforce, but as a quiet Truth that carries and shapes us.
Perhaps part of the journey is learning how to live with the fear of forgetting and finding ways to let truth stay alive without needing to grasp it so tightly. And Flow, whatever word we use for it, is a something being discovered, each in our own rhythm, connected in the movement toward living more freely.
PeterParticipantOn the topic of Spirituality. For me going forward, I’ll give Richard Wagamese (Embers) the last word.
Richard: What’s the best way to learn to be spiritual?
Grandmother: Pack light.
Richard: What do you mean?
Grandmother: Carry only what you need for the journey. Don’t tire yourself out with unnecessary stuff.
Richard: Like what?
Grandmother: Like your head. Like your talk. Spirituality isn’t found in your head. It isn’t found in big, important-sounding words or long speeches. It’s found in silence. If you travel with your heart (stillness) and your quiet, you’ll find the way to spiritual.I might also add that Packing light means trusting your path without needing others to say âyes, youâre rightâ or walk it with you.
PeterParticipantAnita, no need for apologies. I really appreciate your reflections and how you connect them to your lived experience. What strikes me, though, is that sometimes the analysis seems to keep you-us circling in the past rather than moving forward. I recognize that may be a projection of a pattern I notice in myself.
Something Iâve been working on is learning to trust the realizations that come and creating space for them to shape me… a step I see missing in some of my older posts. Itâs not easy, because the pull of old patterns and familiar thoughts is strong, especially with my tendency to overthink. Yet Iâm learning that when I lean into one insight and live from it, even briefly, it opens up space for movement and flow.
I wonder what it might feel like for you to pick one of your own realization, maybe about goodness, or about love arising when we stop forcing, and simply rest in it, trusting it as truth that doesnât need reinforcing with analysis or justification. Perhaps that could be a way to step into the freedom you already glimpse.
This, to me, is how I imagine Flow.. much like the Tao, moving not by effort but by trust in what already is.
PeterParticipantHi Alessa,
I really enjoyed reading your reflections on the Shang Qiukai story. The way you pulled out those Daoist themes got me thinking about the figure of the Holy Fool and that call to âbe like children.â Thereâs a kind of sincerity that comes not from wisdom but from innocence and openness that isnât weighed down by calculation or fear. Shang Qiukaiâs accidental mastery feels a lot like that childlike trust, where desperation stripped everything away except pure sincerity.
At the same time, the Confucian critique you highlighted raises an important tension: lasting moral power must rest on knowledge and discernment, not merely on desperation or ignorance. This begs the question of how one might remain sincerely innocent while also wise.
My thought is that when belief matures into trust, when one no longer merely believes but knows their truth… there is a risk of self-deception. Yet the litmus test, I think, is compassion. If sincerity arises from compassion, it is not foolishness but authentic truth. And if wisdom is guided by compassion, it avoids becoming rigid or calculating.
So perhaps innocence and wisdom arenât opposites at all. Innocence keeps us open, wisdom keeps us grounded, and compassion ties the two together. In that balance, sincerity becomes both childlike and enduring, something that feels authentic and ethically sound at the same time.
Copilot broke it down as a Paradox of Innocence and Wisdom
Trust vs. Belief:
– Innocence trusts without needing proof;
– wisdom knows through discernment.
Compassion bridges the two.
– Innocence without compassion risks naivety or harm.
– Wisdom without compassion risks cold calculation.Compassion ensures sincerity remains pure while wisdom remains humane.
– The Foolâs Path: Acts sincerely, but risks instability.
– The Sageâs Path: Acts wisely, but risks losing spontaneity.
The Compassionate Path: Integrates both: innocence preserved through openness, wisdom grounded in ethical clarity.
– If sincerity arises from compassion, it is not mere foolishness.
– If wisdom is guided by compassion, it avoids rigidity.Thus, compassion allows one to âfool themselvesâ into innocence while remaining truly wise. đ
On the topic of flow, Iâve found that leaning into that trust or faith, without the weight of doctrine, creates a kind of openness where compassion naturally arises and illuminates the path ahead. In that space, flow isnât about effort or control, but about allowing sincerity and compassion to guide each step.
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