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