Near Tokyo lived a great Samurai, now old, who
decided to teach Zen Buddhism to young people.
One afternoon, a warrior – known
for his complete lack of scruples – arrived there. The young and impatient
warrior had never lost a fight. Hearing of the Samurai’s reputation, he had
come to defeat him, and increase his fame. All the students were against the
idea, but the old man accepted the challenge.
All gathered on the town square,
and the young man started insulting the old master. He threw a few rocks in his
direction, spat in his face, shouted every insult under the sun – he even
insulted his ancestors. For hours, he did everything to provoke him, but the
old man remained impassive. At the end of the afternoon, by now feeling
exhausted and humiliated, the impetuous warrior left.
Disappointed by the fact that the
master had received so many insults and provocations, the students asked: “How
could you bear such indignity? Why didn’t you use your sword, even knowing you
might lose the fight, instead of displaying your cowardice in front of us all?”
“If someone comes to you with a
gift, and you do not accept it, who does the gift belong to?” asked the old
Samurai. “He who tried to deliver it.” replied one of his disciples.
“The same goes for envy, anger and
insults.” said the master. “When they are not accepted, they continue to belong
to the one who carried them.”
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