A monk came to say good bye to Ch'an master Niaowo (Bird's Nest). He said:
-Thank you, Sir, for everything you've done for me. Now I got to go.
-Where will you go?
-Any place where I can learn Buddha dharmas.
two night in a row I lay in bed with angina and takde the nitro and listen to the pain and the squeezing, feeling ill...noticing I'm alone in this bed of mine...but what else would you do with it...but be there? it's the missing that cries, not the doing.