Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Two Buddhist Monks

Two Buddhist monks were returning to their monastery on foot late one winter day. It was bitterly cold with blizzard winds and plummeting temperatures. They knew that if they did not get back to the gates of the monastery by sunset, the gates would be closed until sunrise the next day and they would die.

As they hurried along the road they crossed a ravine. Down below they heard the cries of a victim. They knew they did not have time to help another person. If they stopped to help they would die for sure.

One monk stopped to help anyway. He picked the victim up, loaded him on his back, and started down the path. Just as the two men were about to arrive at the gate, they tripped over something in the road. It was the frozen body of the first monk. The second monk recognized that it was the warmth of the man he had been carrying that had saved his own life.

He who has ears to hear, let him hear.

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