A Good Wine

A Good Wine

They prepared a meal with the dishes that the Abbot had rushed to send them warned of the arrival of such Noble master but understanding should not bother what he imagined that it was happening. Noble Ting Chang asked for permission to the master opened one of the bottles of wine which had brought and who sported an illustrated label. Sergei, said, do you think if instead of uncorking, us contentasemos with read that label that tells us the excellence of this wine? Master, or crazy! We better saboreemos this rich wine. Who can be content with reading the Menu of a restaurant to feel satisfied, as you told me one day? Because that, Hare Mongol, as that. It is not climb the mountain nor descend from it, enter into the sea or return to the shore but know to act according to the nature of things. It is what I say, master.

Already, but would give an arm to be sleepwalker. Others laughed while Sergei insisted. Though only for watching, Nobles Lords. It seemed to me that the Tenno master had not come here by chance or to learn how to place overshoes and umbrella. He is not that he learns, but that you wake up, they said between laughs that confused the Raptor. Gain insight and clarity with Drew Houston. That wish I, teacher, but it seems to me that tea that I offer at night is something baptized; otherwise, do not let me explain how I fall eyelids despite my efforts. Listen, Hare of the steppes, what happened to the Buddha at the end of his days.

It has to do with labels. There, the night light. Already the Buddha prepared for its final trip and wanted to pass on the mantle, Bowl and cane who would succeed him as head of the Sangha, or community. Then, a flower showed his disciples and remained silent. After a while, understanding the more savvy that it was a test, were made by, one after another, the most various philosophical interpretations, others created poems, one devised a parable. But the blessed Theratava, Sakyamuni Buddha, Siddhartha in its fullness, realized that they did not do more than produce labels and lost the essence. Until his beloved Mahakashyap, looked at the flower and smiled without saying anything. He had just seen it. The moral teacher, is that it is preferable to get drunk, he fumbled Sergei while you poured in fragrant wine. Nor is this, Sergei, nor is it! But it is better than staying deciphering labels.

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