Monday, February 18, 2019

teachings (short story)

In keeping with his doctrine that nothing be taken too seriously, not even his own teachings,the Master loved to tell this story on himself:

"My very first disciple was so weak that the exercises killed him.

My second disciple drove himself crazy from his earnest practice of the exercises I gave him.

My third disciple dulled his intellect through too much contemplation.

But the fourth managed to keep his sanity."

"Why was that?" someone would invariably ask.

"Possibly because he was the only one who refused to do the exercises."

The Master's words would be drowned in howls of laughter.

:)

Dedicated to Mystic Enigma within

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