Just yesterday morning I discovered something new. It was a beautiful Zen sanctuary hidden amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life. A colleague of mine invited me to join a short Zazen (sitting meditation) practice along with a communal lunch. I was out of my element to find myself staring at a wall.
Then the bell rang. A stout yet smiling middle aged man entered. He, the Zen teacher, sat and began telling this story: