“‘You don’t seem to understand’”
You don’t seem to understand,”
complained the Zen Master,
addressing a blade of grass
“much of anything, do you?”
To which the blade of grass,
perfectly content to be a blade of grass,
replied to the Zen Master,
much as it had replied to Walt Whitman,
or, rather, its ancestors had replied,
“Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere. . . . ”
“Wrong religion,” complained the Zen Master.
Actually, this conversation
never took place.
The nature of Zen
is laced with many such lies.