Sunday, August 12, 2012
Not Zen 18: The Heavy Staff
The elder stopped to watch. After a while, the dedicated fury of the younger man disturbed him. In particular, he was troubled by the potentially deadly staff.
"Your hiking rod looks hard and heavy," he said after the young man finished a kata. "It is the same size and weight as my walking stick and yet it is so different."
"Do you not practice martial arts?" asked the young man.
"I do. There is nothing wrong with preparation. But what is your purpose, I wonder? The land is at peace. Why do you practice your physical skills so furiously?"
"Because wherever I go with my trusty staff, I find strife."
The elder narrowed his eyes.
"Wherever I go with my humble walking stick,” he replied, “I find only peace."