The chapter that is my first semester teaching here in Korea is nearly written. It has been four months filled with countless surprises, smiles, magic, deep reflection and amazing lessons.
Last evening I was told this story by a dear Korean friend:
"The Buddha was to speak before an audience of 1200 monks who were awaiting his wisdom. He entered the venue, stood before his audience and gazed into the eyes of each monk. It was still. He cut one chrysanthemum and held it for all the monks to see. He looked out. One monk smiled. The 'speech' was complete."
Last evening I was told this story by a dear Korean friend:
"The Buddha was to speak before an audience of 1200 monks who were awaiting his wisdom. He entered the venue, stood before his audience and gazed into the eyes of each monk. It was still. He cut one chrysanthemum and held it for all the monks to see. He looked out. One monk smiled. The 'speech' was complete."
Watermelon and dojang (name stamps)
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