I read the story below while I was browsing through a Zen Buddhism book in MPH today.


Two monks were walking in the forrest. They came to a stream and saw a lady in a silk kimono trying to cross it without getting her beautiful kimono wet. The first monk walks up to her and carries her across the stream. The second monk did not say a word but couldn't get it out of his mind. As the monk made camp for the night, the second monk finally spoke to the first monk and told him "why did you touch that lady? As monks we cannot touch females". The first monk replied, "I left the lady at the stream, are you still carrying her?".


I like the story above. Really struck me as I was standing there in the middle of MPH reading it.