The disciple told the master, “I am going away to the town on the other side of the hill. There are less distractions there and I can focus on meditating and searching for the truth. But don’t worry, while I am there, I will write to you and let you know my progress.”
After a month, the master received a note which said, “I am now able to enter into deep meditation.”
The master shook his head and tore up the note.
After six months, he received another note which said, “I now know the secret of the Self and of Silence.”
The master sighed and threw the note away.
After a year, he received another note which said, “Now I understand the Path of Stones and the Song of the Forest.”
The master spat at the ground and threw the note into the fire.
Then, three years passed without the master receiving any note from the disciple. The master then learned that one of his friends was going over to that town so he asked him to look up the disciple to see how he was coming along in his quest.
The master’s friend came back two weeks later with a note that said, “Who cares?”
“He got it! He got it!” bellowed the master as he jumped up and down with glee.
There was once a master whose fame had spread far and wide because of his holiness.
A tourist once came and visited the master, who was seated behind a small table eating a banana. Upon seeing the guest, the master picked another banana from the bunch and offered it to him.
The guest was so awed that this great man would offer something to one as lowly and sinful as him. He left the master’s house with the uneaten banana still in his hands, and wondered aloud what he should do with such a holy gift.
Some of the master’s disciples heard the man and went to tell the master about the guest’s dilemma.
The master laughed and said, “Tell the silly fool to eat it.”