You Are That Someone



A woman went to a Zen monastery. She was so thrilled to be there - such a holy place, a place of enlightenment. The first meditation period, she walked mindfully up the steps of the meditation hall. As she was preparing to bow deeply before entering, she noticed a shocking thing. There, at the top of the steps, was a bucket of filty wash water with a mop protruding from the murky depths. "That's awful!" she exclaimed, truly horrified, and went in to meditate. The next morning the bucket was still there. "That's disgusting," she muttered, "This is Zen?" and went in to meditate. The next morning, the same bucket. She exclaimed, "I can't believe this! This is ridiculous. Someone should do something about this," and went in to meditate. The fourth morning, there was the bucket, hardly improved by the days of neglect. The woman looked at the bucket and thought, "I'm someone," and took it away and cleaned it.

...It is up to each one of us to take a step right now... toward being the way we want the world to be.

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