Dear Wisdom’s Heart,
Long ago, a zen student discover his teacher sobbing inconsolably. “But Master,” the student asked in dismay, “why are you crying?” The Master said, “I’ve just learned my mother has died.” “But Master,” the student pleaded, trying to console him, “don’t you say to view life as a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, a flash of lightening in a summer cloud, a flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream?” “Yes,” the Master said tearfully, “and now… the dream is extremely sad.”
