God Says Yes To Me

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic

and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes

The Mad man on the roof

[Scene—The yard behind the house of Katsushima, a prominent rich man of this small island. The 

inside of the house is invisible, being cut off by a surrounding bamboo fence. Only the high roof 

delimits the deep blue summer sky of this southern clime. The sea can be seen shining to the left. 

The elder son of the family, Yoshitarô, crouches on the very loft of the roof back center and stares at 

the sea. His father’s voice is heard from within the house.] 

Gisuke [invisible]. You, Yoshi, you’re up on that roof again, aren’t you? In that burning sun. 

You’ll get a stroke. [Coming out on the veranda]. Kichiji! Isn’t Kichiji here? 

Kichiji [enters right]. Yes, is there something? 

Gisuke. Won’t you bring Yoshitarô down? On a hot day like this without a hat he’ll get a 

sunstroke. How does he get up on the roof? Did you put wire on the top of the shed as I told you to 

recently? 

Kichiji. That’s all done fast and well. 

Gisuke [looking up at the roof as be comes out upon the stage through a swinging door in the 

bamboo fence]. Doesn’t it bother him to sit like that on those tiles hot as baked stones? 

Yoshitarô! Come down quickly. You’ll die of sunstroke if you stay in a hot place like that. 2

Kichiji. Young master! Come down. It’s bad for you to be in a hot place like that. 

Gisuke. I say, Yoshi. Won’t you come down quickly? Whatever can you be doing in such 

place? Won’t you come down quickly? I say, Yoshi! 

Yoshitarô [absently]. What? 

Gisuke. None of your whats. Come down quickly. You’ll have a stroke broiling in the fiery sun. 

Come, get down at once! If you don’t come down, I’ll poke you from below with a pole. 

Yoshitarô. I don’t want to. There’s something interesting here; Shonenbo San of Kompira is 

dancing in a cloud. In a red robe, he’s dancing with the angels. He says, “Come to me, Come to 

me.” 

Gisuke. Don’t talk nonsense. The fox that’s got into you’s fooling you. Won’t you come down? 

Yoshitarô [overflowing with the joy of the insane]. It’s interesting, I want to go, too. Wait. I’m 

coming, too. 

Gisuke. If you talk like that, you’ll fall and get hurt again as you did once before. On top of your 

madness you’ll go lame and give your parents nothing but trouble. Won’t you come down, you 

fool, you! 

Kichiji. Master, though you get angry like that, against the young master, can it do any good? 

Rather, shan’t I go and buy some of the fried bean-curd he likes? If we show him that, he’ll come 

right down. 

Gisuke. Better still, poke him with a pole. I don’t care. 

Kichiji. I couldn’t do such a cruel thing. The young master doesn’t know anything. ’Cause it’s 

the thing that’s got him that makes him do it all. 

Gisuke. How’d it be to put a line of pickets around the edge of the roof? So he couldn’t possibly 

get up? 

Kichiji. Nothing would be of any use against the young master. He’d climb up on the great roof 

of the temple Hondenji without any scaffolding. It’s nothing for him to climb a low roof like this. 

Nothing’s any use, since the thing that’s got him makes him go up. 

Gisuke. What’s to be done? He stumps me. Even if he’s crazy, it’d be all right if he’d sit still in 

the house, but to climb up and squat on high places is just like advertising his own madness. Sue 

tells me that talk of Katsushima’s goblin madman has gone all the way to Takamatsu. 

Kichiji. The people of the island say a fox has taken possession of him, but I can’t understand 

that. I’ve never heard of a fox climbing up a tree. 

Gisuke. I feel the same. My guess is different. When Yoshi was born, I killed all the monkeys 

on this island with a rare imported breach loader. Those monkeys are in him. 

Kichiji. That may be so, mayn’t it? If it wasn’t, there’d be no reason for his being so sure at 

climbing trees, would there? He can climb up on to anything, whether he’s got footholds or not.

The best tricks of the ladder performers can’t come up to the young master’s, they say. 3

Gisuke [laughing bitterly]. Don’t talk nonsense. Turn into the father of a roof-climbing son and 

see how you’d like it. Oyoshi and I are both worrying about him all the time. [Raising his voice, 

again.] Yoshitarô! Won’t you come down at once? Yoshitarô! Won’t you come down? When he’s 

up on the roof, he can’t hear a man’s voice; he’s all in an ecstasy. Since I was troubled by his 

climbing them, I cut down all the trees around the house, but there’s nothing I can do with the roof. 

Kichiji. When I was little, there was a maidenhair tree out in front of the gate, wasn’t there? 

Gisuke. Ah, that tree? That tree had become the landmark of the island. Once Yoshitarô climbed 

to the very top of that tree. And didn’t he sit empty-headed on a branch eighty-five or ninety feet up 

in the air? And just as Oyoshi and I had given him up for dead, he came slipping easily down again. 

We were all so surprised we couldn’t talk. 

Kichiji. You don’t say. Positively no man’s performance, was it? 

Gisuke. That’s why I say I think the monkeys have got him. [Raising his voice.] Yoshi, I say. 

Won’t you come down? [Suddenly changing his mind.) Kichiji! Won’t you go up? 

Kichiji. But if anybody else goes up, won’t the young master get angry surely? 

Gisuke. All right. It’s all right if he does get angry. Go up and pull him down. 

Kichiji. All right, all right. [Goes out to get a ladder. Just then the neighbor, Tôsaku, comes in.] 

Tôsaku. Master. Good day. 

Gisuke. Glad to see you. Fine weather, isn’t it? What did you get in the net you put out 

yesterday? A pretty good haul, didn’t you? 

Tôsaku. Nothing at all. The season’s past. 

Gisuke. That’s right, I guess. It’s a little late. Catch a few scomberomorus already, can’t you? 

Tôsaku. Yesterday there were two or three in Seikichi’s net. 

Gisuke. Is that so? 

Tôsaku. [looking at Yoshitarô). Is the young master up on the roof again? 

Gisuke. Yes, he’s up there as usual. I don’t want him to be, but if you shut him up in a room, 

he’s like a silver carp out of water. If you just take pity on him and let him out, he’s up on the roof 

in a jiffy. 

Tôsaku. But it’s a good thing that the young master’s sort’s no trouble to those about them. 

Gisuke. But he isn’t altogether no trouble. He’s a shame to his parents and brother, you see, 

climbing up on high places like that and sitting there. 

Tôsaku. But his young brother Sue does so well at school in town that you can resign yourself, 

can’t you? 

Gisuke. Sue’s as good as the ordinary, so I can bear it. There’d be no use living if they were 

both crazy. 

Tôsaku. To be sure. Master. A most powerful holy-woman came to the island yesterday. I came 

over because I’ve been wondering how it would be to have her pray over the young master once. 4

Gisuke. Did you? But he’s been prayed over more times than I can remember, only it’s never 

had the least effect. 

Tôsaku. This one being a holy-woman of Kompira San she’s a most powerful one. Since the 

spirit enters into her, hers are different from the prayers of hermit priests. How would it be to try 

her? 

Gisuke. I wonder. About what’ll it cost, I wonder. 

Tôsaku. If he doesn’t get well, she says she wants nothing. If he does, she says to pay according 

to your means. 

Gisuke. Suejirô says there’s nothing in such things as prayers, but since I can’t lose anything by 

it, I might as well try her anyway, mightn’t I? 

[At this point Kichiji comes in with a ladder. He goes inside the bamboo fence.] 

Tôsaku. Then I’ll go and get the holy-woman from Kinkichi’s where she’s stopping. Get the 

young master down. 

Gisuke. Thanks for your trouble. Then please bespeak her well. [After watching Tôsaku depart.]

Come on, Yoshi! Come on down quietly. 

Kichiji [crawling up on the roof]. Come on, young master. Let’s go down together. If you stay 

in a place like this, you’ll have a bad fever in the night. 

Yoshitarô [like a Buddhist disciple in dread of an approaching heretic]. I don’t want to. The 

goblins are all beckoning me to come. This is no place for you to come. What are you thinking of? 

Kichiji. Come on, don’t talk nonsense, but come down. 

Yoshitarô. If you but barely touch me, the goblins will rend you to pieces. 

Kichiji [goes suddenly up to Yoshitarô and seizing him by the shoulder, pulls him down. After 

being seized, Yoshitarô offers no resistance at all.] Come, if you behave badly, you’ll hurt yourself. 

Gisuke. Be careful. 

Kichiji [comes down with Yoshitarô in front of him. Yoshitarô limps because of an injury to his 

right leg.] Though called holy-women, there are some who do not the least bit of good. 

Gisuke. Yoshi often says he talks with the spirit of Kompira. So I thought a holy-woman from 

there might have some effect. [Raising his voice loud.] Oyoshi, come out here a little.

Oyoshi [inside]. Is there something? 

Gisuke. I’ve sent for a holy-woman. What do you think? 

Oyoshi [comes out at the swinging door]. It might be all right. Through something or other, he 

might just chance to get well. 

Yoshitarô [with a discontented look]. Father, why did you get me down? Just now when a 

five-colored cloud was descending to meet me? 

Gisuke. Fool! Didn’t you once say your five-colored cloud had come to jump off the roof? 

That’s how you got crippled like that. Today a holy-woman from Kompira will come, and she’s 5

going to drive out the thing that’s possessed you, so don’t climb up on the roof, but wait. 

[At this juncture Tôsaku comes in with the Holy-woman. She is a witchlike hag of about fifty 

with a crafty face.] 

Tôsaku. Master, this is the holy-woman I told you of a while ago. 

Gisuke. Good day to you. It’s good of you to come. Really he’s a troublesome fellow, you see. 

He’s the crying shame of his parents and brother. 

Holy-woman [easily]. It’s nothing, my good sir. Don’t worry, I’ll cure him straight off through 

the power and virtue of my spirit. [Turning towardYoshitarô.] Is it this gentleman? 

Gisuke. Yes. He’s twenty-four now, you see. But he can’t do a single thing decently but climb 

up on high places. 

Holy-woman. How long has he suffered from this affliction? 

Gisuke. He was born with it. He wanted to climb up on to things from the time he was a little 

mite and when he was four or five climbed up into the alcove and on to the household shrine and 

on to shelves. When he was seven or eight, he learned to climb trees. When he was fifteen or 

sixteen he would climb to the tops of mountains and not come down all day. And he would talk 

continually to himself as if he was talking to goblins or spirits or such things. What on earth could 

be the reason? 

Holy-woman. Like the rest, he’s surely possessed by a fox. Come, I’ll pray over him. [Walking 

toward Yoshitarô.] Hear me well! Since I’m the messenger of the spirit of this land, Kompira 

Daigongen Sama, every word I say is spoken by him. 

Yoshitarô [looking displeased]. You talk of the spirit of Kompira, but have you ever seen him? 

Holy-woman [glaring at him]. What rudeness you talk! Is it possible to see the spirit’s form with 

the eyes? 

Yoshitarô [proudly]. I’ve seen him many times. Kompira San is an old man in a white robe with 

a golden crown on his head. He’s my close friend. 

Holy-woman [looking at Gisuke a little disconcerted at being put down]. This is a most 

advanced case of fox possession. Come, I’ll try calling upon the spirit. 

[Chanting a magic formula, the Holy-woman makes mysterious motions with her body, while 

Yoshitarô, still held by the shoulder by Kichiji, looks on indifferently like one who has no 

connection with the business. After raving about like one in a frenzy, she falls in a swoon. Getting 

up again, she stares all about her with wide-open eyes.] 

Holy-woman [in an utterly different voice]. I am Kompira Daigongen, the spirit enthroned on 

Mount Zozu in this land. 

All [with the exception of Yoshitarô, bowing]. Oh! 

Holy-woman [solemnly]. The fox of Mount Taka-no-Jo has entered into and possessed the body 

of the eldest son of this house. Hang him up on the branch of a tree and smoke him with green pine 6

needles. Act not upon my words and the punishment of the spirit will strike you instantly. [Swoons 

again.] 

All. Oh! 

Holy-woman [rising again, absently]. What did the spirit say? 

Gisuke. Ah, it was a most august thing. 

Holy-woman. If you don’t do as the spirit has commanded, you will be stricken with his 

punishment, so I speak that you may know. 

Gisuke [a little troubled]. Kichiji! Then won’t you pick some green pine needles and bring 

them? 

Oyoshi. No matter how much she says it’s the order of the spirit, we can’t do such a cruel thing. 

Holy-woman. It’s the fox in him that’ll be smudged and suffer. The man himself will feel no 

pain. Come, make ready quickly. [Turning to Yoshitarô.) Did you hear the spirit’s voice? You’d 

best be gone before you suffer. 

Yoshitarô. Kompira San’s voice is no such voice as that. He’d have nothing to do with such a 

woman as you. 

Holy-woman [her dignity injured]. Now I’ll make you smart, so just wait. You dirty fox, you’re 

a detestable rascal to abuse a spirit. 

[Kichiji comes in with an armful of green pine needles. Oyoshi is in a panic.] 

Holy-woman. If you don’t obey the command of the spirit, his punishment will fall upon you! 

[Gisuke reluctantly helps Kichiji set fire to the green pine needles and pushes the protesting 

Yoshitarô up near the smoke.] 

Yoshitarô. Father, what are you doing? Don’t! Don’t! 

Holy-woman. If you think that’s the voice of that man, it’ll be hard to smudge him. You must 

think that it’s all the voice of the fox talking. You must think that you’re hurting the fox that’s 

hurting him. 

Oyoshi. Anyway it’s cruel. 

[Gisuke helps Kichiji and they push Yoshitarô’s face into the smoke. Just then, Suejirô’s voice is 

heard from the house.] 

Suejirô [from within the house]. Father. Mother. I’ve come home. 

Gisuke [lets go of Yoshitarô, a little startled]. Sue’s come home. It’s not Sunday, and I wonder 

why. 

[Suejirô pokes his face out from the swinging door. He is a darkish dashing youth dressed in a 

middle school uniform. He is quickly aware of the extraordinary state of affairs.] 

Suejirô. What are you doing, Father? 

Gisuke [ill at ease]. Er. . . . 

Suejirô. What are you doing making a smudge of pine needles? 7

Yoshitarô [having been coughing in distress, sees his younger brother and acts as if he has 

gained a savior]. Is it you, Sue? Father and Kichiji pitched on me and have been smoking me with 

pine needles. 

Suejirô [changing countenance a little]. Father! Are you doing that absurd thing again? 

Haven’t I talked to you about it enough? 

Gisuke. Yes, but a spirit has entered into a marvellous holy-woman, you see, . . . 

Suejirô. Nonsense! Just because brother can’t reason, doing such a foolish thing! 

[As the Holy-woman looks at him askance, he kicks and scatters the burning pine needles.] 

Holy-woman. Wait, that fire’s a fire made at the command of a spirit. 

[With a derisive laugh, Suejirô tramples it out.] 

Gisuke [changing his tone a little]. Suejirô! I haven’t any education at all, so I listen to every 

word that you who are bright at school say. But wouldn’t it be well not to trample out a fire made at 

the spirit’s command, no matter how suppositional? 

Suejirô. Nothing can be cured by smoking with pine needles. People would laugh if they heard 

you were driving out a fox. If all the spirits in Japan gathered, it wouldn’t cure a cold. This 

impostor of a holy-woman, thinking of nothing but money, . . . 

Gisuke. But the doctors can’t cure him either. 

Suejirô. If the doctors say he can’t get well, he can’t. What’s more, as I’ve said many times, if 

Brother suffers from this affliction, we must by all means try to cure him, but we can make him 

happy all day long if we just let him climb on the roof of the house. Not in all Japan, no, not in all 

the world, is there a man who can be as happy every day as Brother can. And suppose you did cure 

him now and make of him a sane man, what good would it do? He’s twenty-four and knows 

nothing, not even the i of his i-ro-ha. He’s utterly without experience. In addition, he’d be 

conscious of his own deformity and probably the most unhappy man in Japan. Is that what you 

want? Nothing could be so foolish as to think that it must be best to make him sane, and give him 

sanity to torture him. [Looking at the Holy-woman out of the corner of his eye.] Tôsaku San, if you 

brought her here, please go away with her. 

Holy-woman [most indignant at the insult]. Who treats profanely his messenger, the spirit will 

instantly punish. [Chanting a magic formula, she goes through the same sort of motions as before 

and, after falling down, gets up.] I am the great spirit of Kompira. What the sick man’s brother has 

just said is all from a selfish heart. For when the elder brother recovers, all the wealth of this house 

becomes his. Dare not doubt. 

Suejirô [knocking her down angrily]. What are you driveling? Fool! [Kicks her two or three 

times.] 

Holy-woman [as she gets up, returning to her former self]. Ouch! What are you doing? Don’t 

be wild. 8

Suejirô. Fake! Imposter! 

Tôsaku [separating them]. Come, my boy, wait. You needn’t be so angry. 

Suejirô [still excited]. Driveling nonsense! What does an impostor like you know of the love of 

brothers? 

Tôsaku. Come, we’ll go away at once. I did wrong to bring you here. 

Gisuke [giving money to Tôsaku]. Please, since he’s still just a boy, forgive him. He’s awfully 

quick tempered. 

Holy-woman. The insolent rascal that kicked me with his foot just when the spirit was in me is 

in danger of death before night. 

Suejirô. What are you driveling! 

Oyoshi [holdingSuejirô]. Be still. [To the Holy-woman.] I’m very sorry. 

Holy-woman [going off withTôsaku]. He’ll begin to rot from the foot that kicked me. [Exeunt.] 

Gisuke [looking atSuejirô]. Won’t punishment visit you for doing a thing like that? 

Suejirô. No spirit would enter into such an impostor as that. She drivels absurd lies. 

Oyoshi. I thought from the first she was a suspicious character, for if it was a spirit, would it say 

such cruel things? 

Gisuke [with nothing to suggest]. That’s true enough. But anyway, Sue, your brother’ll be a 

burden to you all your life. 

Suejirô. Who’ll be a burden? If I succeed, I mean to build a high, high tower on the summit of 

Mount Taka-no-Jo and put Brother in it. 

Gisuke. But where’s Yoshitarô gone, I wonder. 

Kichiji [pointing to the roof]. Up there. 

Gisuke [smiling]. As usual. 

[During the confusion, Yoshitarô seems to have climbed up on the roof before anybody was 

aware. The four below look up at him and exchange smiles.]

Suejirô. If it were an ordinary man, there’s no saying how angry he’d be if he was smoked, but 

Brother’s forgotten. Brother! 

Yoshitarô [as if there was a special brotherly love even in his insane heart]. Sue! I asked 

Kompira San, and he says he doesn’t know any such woman. 

Suejirô [smiling]. Likely enough. He’s entered into you rather than into such a woman. [The 

golden evening sun breaks through a cloud and floods all the roof with light.] A beautiful sunset, 

isn’t it? 

Yoshitarô [his face shining with a strange brightness in the golden light]. Sue, look. In that 

cloud over there, you can see a golden palace, can’t you? There, you see it, don’t you? There, just 

look at it! Beautiful, isn’t it? 

Suejirô [as if he feels a little the sadness of a man who is not crazy]. Yes, I see, I see. Great, 9

isn’t it? 

Yoshitarô [in a state of delight]. There! Out of the palace comes the voice of the flute I love. A 

sweet voice, isn’t it? 

[The father and mother go into the house and leave the mad elder brother on the roof and the 

wise younger brother on the ground gazing intently at the golden evening sun.] 

[Curtain.]

MORAL LESSON 

The moral lesson in the story is "Don't be ashamed of your own kind,especially if it doesn't harm any of your neighbors"
Be thankful of what you have and the people who are there to love you, don't mind others. Be yourself.

Why Sinigang?

Rather than the overworked adobo (so identified as the Philippine stew in foreign cookbooks), sinigang seems to me the dish most representative of Filipino taste. We like the lightly boiled, the slightly soured, the dish that includes fish (or shrimp or meat) vegetables and broth. It is adaptable to all tastes ( if you don’t like shrimp, then bangus, or pork), to all classes and budgets, (even ayungin, in humble little piles, find their way into the pot), to seasons and availability (walang talong, mahal ang gabi? kangkong na lang!).

But why? Why does sinigang find its way to bare dulang, to formica-topped restaurant booth, to gleaming ilustrado table? Why does one like anything at all? How is a people’s taste shaped?

But still, why soured? Aside from the fact that sour broths are cooling in hot weather, could it be perhaps because the dish is meant to be eaten against the mild background of rice? Easy to plant and harvest, and allowing more than one crop a year, rice is ubiquitouson the landscape. One can picture our ancestors settling down beside their rivers and finally tuning to the cultivation of fields, with rice as one of the first steady crops.

RICE 

Rice to us is more than basic cereal, for as constant background, steady accompaniment; it is also the shaper of other food, and of tastes. We not only sour, but also salt (daing, tuyo, bagoong) because the blandness of rice suggests the desirability of sharp contrast. Rice can be ground into flour and thus the proliferation of puto; the mildly sweet Putong Polo, the banana leaf-encased Manapla variety; puto filled with meat or flavored with ube; puto in cakes or wedges, white or brown eaten with dinuguan orsalabat. 

THE GREENERY

The landscape also offers the vines, shrubs, fields, forest and tress from which comes the galaxy of gulay with which we are best all year round. “Back home,” an American friend commented.” All we use from day to day are peas, carrots, potatoes, cabbage, and very few others.”

The dietarily uninhibited Filipino, on the other hand, recognizes the succulence of roots (gabi, ube, kamote); the delicacy and flavor of leaves (pechay, dahong bawang,kintsay, pako, malunggay) and tendrils (talbos ng ampalaya, kalabasa, sayote); the bounty of fruits (not only upo and kalabasa, talong and ampalaya, but also desserts likelangka and banana, which double as vegetables; and the excitement of flowers like karutayand kalabasa.

The Spider’s Thread

One day, the Buddha was strolling along the brink of the lotus pond of Paradise. His eyes fell on a man named Kandata who was squirming with the other sinners in the bottom of hell. This Kandata had done so many evil things his lifeline but he had to his credit one good action. Once, while on his way through a deep forest, he had noticed a little spider creeping along beside the road. He was about to trample it to death when he suddenly changed his mind and spared the spider’s life.

Now, as he looked down into hell, the Buddha remembered this good deed and thought he would like to deliver Kandata out of hell. Looking around he saw a spider of Paradise spinning a beautiful silvery thread on the lotus leaves. The Buddha took up the spider’s thread in his hand and let it straight down to the bottom of hell which held Kandata securely with the other sinners in the Pool of Blood on the floor of hell.

On this day, Kandata lifted his head by chance and saw a silver spider’s thread slipping down toward him from the high heavens. Kandata grasped the thread tightly in his two hands and began to climb up and up with all his might.

After climbing for a while, he was finally exhausted and could not ascend an inch higher. He stopped to rest and looked below him. What he saw filled him with fear. For, below on the thread, countless sinners were climbing eagerly after him up and up, like a procession of ants.

Kandata blinked his eyes at them with his big mouth hanging foolishly open in surprise and terror. How could that slender spider spider’s thread which seemed as if it must break with him alone, ever support the weight of all those people? If it would break in mid air, even he himself would have to fall headlong back to Hell.

So Kandata cried out in loud voice. “Hey, you sinners! This thread is mine. Who gave you permission to come up it? Get down! Get down!”

At that moment, the spider’s thread broke with a snap t the point where Kandata was hanging. Without even time to utter a cry, Kandata shot down and fell headlong into the darkness, spinning swiftly around and around like a top.

REFLECTION

The story is about a bandit named Kandata who was given the chance to redeem his soul from hell but eventually been denied after he refused to share the thread from heaven to his fellow sinners. The story teaches about moral values and is fitted for audience of mixed age brackets.

Gudo and The Emperor

The emperor Goyozei was studying Zen under Gudo. He inquired: "In Zen this very mind is Buddha. Is this correct?"

Gudo answered: "If I say yes, you will think that you understand without understanding. If I say no, I would be contradicting a fact which you may understand quite well."

On another day the emperor asked Gudo: "Where does the enlightened man go when he dies?"

Gudo answered: "I know not."

"Why don't you know?" asked the emperor.

"Because I have not died yet," replied Gudo.

The emperor hesitated to inquire further about these things his mind could not grasp. So Gudo beat the floor with his hand as if to awaken him, and the emperor was enlightened!

The emperor respected Zen and old Gudo more than ever after his enlightenment, and he even permitted Gudo to wear his hat in the palace in winter. When Gudo was over eighty he used to fall asleep in the midst of his lecture, and the emperor would quietly retire to another room so his beloved teacher might enjoy the rest his aging body required.

The Tunnel

Zenkai, the son of a samurai, journeyed to Edo and there became the retainer of a high official. He fell in love with the official's wife and was discovered. In self-defence, he slew the official. Then he ran away with the wife.

Both of them later became thieves. But the woman was so greedy that Zenkai grew disgusted. Finally, leaving her, he journeyed far away to the province of Buzen, where he became a wandering mendicant.

To atone for his past, Zenkai resolved to accomplish some good deed in his lifetime. Knowing of a dangerous road over a cliff that had caused death and injury to many persons, he resolved to cut a tunnel through the mountain there.

Begging food in the daytime, Zenkai worked at night digging his tunnel. When thirty years had gone by, the tunnel was 2,280 feet long, 20 feet high, and 30 feet wide.

Two years before the work was completed, the son of the official he had slain, who was a skillful swordsman, found Zenkai out and came to kill him in revenge.

"I will give you my life willingly," said Zenkai. "Only let me finish this work. On the day it is completed, then you may kill me."

So the son awaited the day. Several months passed and Zenkai kept digging. The son grew tired of doing nothing and began to help with the digging. After he had helped for more than a year, he came to admire Zenkai's strong will and character.

At last the tunnel was completed and the people could use it and travel safely.

"Now cut off my head," said Zenkai. "My work is done."

"How can I cut off my own teacher's head?" asked the younger man with tears in his eyes.

REFLECTION

The Thief who became a Disciple

One evening as Shichiri Kojun was reciting sutras, a thief with a sharp sword entered, demanding either his money or his life.

Shichiri told him, “Do not disturb me. You can find the money in that drawer.” Then he continued his meditations.

A little while afterwards he stopped and called, “Don’t take it all. I need some to pay taxes tomorrow.”

The robber gathered up most of his money and started to leave. “Thank a person when you receive a gift,” Shichiri added. The man thanked him and made off.

A few days afterwards, the fellow was caught and confessed, among others, the offense against Shichiri. When Shichiri was called as a witness, he said, “This man is not a thief, at least as far as I am concerned. I gave him the money and he thanked me for it.”

After he had finished his prison term, the man went to Shichiri and became his disciple.

REFLECTION

This Zen story beautifully shows that one has a choice to react to circumstances however one wishes. This is not easy and takes much practice and efforts, but if one wishes to be less irritable, angry or miserable, make it your aim, keep it constantly in mind, and see what comes.