One day, a monk traveled into the mountain where Gensha Shibi resided to see the Zen master and study Zen with him. The monk said to Gensha:
-I am a new comer, please be kind to tell me where I can enter the Zen gate.
A GLASS OF WINE
When the Rhine wine was pouring from the bottle into the glass.
It was neither the same nor different. The first sip was swallowed and it hit The tongue-tip with the bitterness. The second one dipped the throat with a little sweet. And the third one reached the stomach with a little burn. Three of them were neither real nor unreal, Why did they make drinkers drunkards?
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