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The first zen story that "wanted to be told" is:
* Cherry Blossoms *
A nun, Rengetsu by name, was on a pilgrimage
when she stopped in a small town seeking shelter for the night.
It had been a long and difficult journey, and she was very tired.
She went from door to door asking for a place to stay,
but no one would let her in.
It was sunset now and getting darker by the minute,
so she finally made her bed for the night
in a field under a cherry tree.
In the middle of the night she awoke
to find the cherry tree in full blossom
beneath a beautiful silvery moon.
The sight was breathtaking!
Awed by this unexpected beauty,
she turned toward the village, bowed,
and uttered this little prayer of thanks:
Through their kindness in refusing me lodging,
I found myself beneath the beautiful blossoms
on the night of the misty moon.
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story as told in
One Hand Clapping
, pub.by Rizzoli, NY
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