Zen harvest last

 Recently, the mood fluctuations.
Often have a sense of helplessness, of work, life and friends.
Noon, in the warm sunshine, the cup of tea, standing on a large floor office window daze. Trance in, I do not know how to read a story remembered:
story, one day, the monk walked along with a friends on a muddy road, this time, Tengen raining. They met in a corner of a bit pretty girl, the girl because the belt she wore silk robes and silk piece of dirt can not be crossed. then continued on our way down. Along the way, has been silent fellow, finally himself, the monk asked: Why are you doing? happy, all because we are too inflexible. work, pursuit of perfection, but what is perfect? standards really hard to say; life, we have to rich, in fact, get mad more often than not the original want; friends are from only United States, too close, and any bad feelings will.
After all, we need to stride.
comes to sense of balance, remember another where a large yellow grass, it is difficult to see.
not see past the little monk, the master said: ;
seed at hand, the master of the young monk said: ; Master, many seeds have been blown away. , then flew a few birds, while in the earth plane food. monk rush to catch up on the bird with the H band, and then report to the master, said: br> master said: over, seeds are washed away by rain. out of the many new green, even where there is no seed to seedlings also stuck in the head. monk and said: said: was normal, as do all become Buddha.
people, there are too many distractions and desires, as the process of climbing back on the body of things, knowing that they will put down the lighter, but I would not have. Therefore, The more near the top, the older, more will feel heavy. mm down and dedication, often is a paradox!
happy life, how it will be more?