Pacifying Mind
My teacher asked me, “What had you been doing?”
“Meditating.”
“What for?”
“To pacify my mind.”
“How can something that doesn’t exist be pacified?
“If I don’t have one, how come I’m confused?
“Who is this that is confused? He looked around the room as if searching.
I knew by now how to play the game so I said, “No one.”
“Get out!” He yelled.
As I was leaving he asked, “How can ‘no one’ leave?
I returned.
“Get out!” He yelled
Before I could turn around, he rushed to the door and was gone.
