What is The Meaning of My Life? (Chinese Story)

    There once was a little monk who wanted to know what the meaning of his life was.  So he asked his master, "Master, masterer, can you tell me what the meaning of my life is?"

    He answered in a wise tone, "Go up to the mountain behind our monastery, my boy, find a boulder and bring it to the market.  If someone asks how much the boulder is, don't say anything, just put up two fingers.  If they are still interested, don't sell it, bring it back here and I will tell you the meaning of your life."

    The young monk did as his master said and brought a boulder down to the market.  A while later, an old lady approached him and inquired, "Young man, how much do you want for this boulder?"

    The monk put up two fingers.

    "Two yuan? " She asked. The little monk said nothing. "No? Twenty then. Oh, well, I need it to help me pickle some vegetables." She said.

    The little monk was amazed, "There are so many boulders on our mountain." He took the boulder back, and told his master, "Guess what?  A lady at the market wanted to buy this boulder for twenty yuan!  Now will you please tell me the meaning of my life?"

    The master replied, "Once again take the boulder, then instead, go to the museum and stand besides it.  Do the same thing and return.  Then I shall tell you the meaning of your life."

    The monk took the boulder and placed it in the museum.  He stood besides it like his master had told him to.

    A little later a bearded man came over and said, "Hey you!  Is this boulder for sale?  It seems pretty old.  How much?"

    Once again, the young monk put up two of his fingers.

    "Well, well," the bearded man said, "Now, is that two hundred yuan?  No?  How about two thousand?"

    The monk smiled and shook his head then returned to the monastery.  "Master!" he chirruped excitedly, "Today someone offered two thousand yuan for that bolder! Tell me the meaning of my life now."

    His master chuckled and said, "Now, now, bring this boulder once more, except this time bring it to an antique shop.  Come back and I shall finally tell you the meaning of your life."

    The little monk was off again.  He brought the boulder to an antique shop and set it down.  No later did someone approached him and asked, "Do you know how much this rock is worth? Eh?"

    And so, the monk put up two fingers.

    "So that's two thousand?  Or perhaps twenty thousand yuan?"

    The monk hurried excitedly back to his master.  He said, "Today some thought the boulder was worth twenty thousand!"

    The master nodded his long neck and smiled, "Oh, You see.  Your life is like this boulder, my dear student, the greater you value yourself, the greater you are truly worth."

    The monk remembered this for the rest of his life ...

Picture

Along the seam of the precipice
Awaiting us with its ocean-like
grass
and sky
Raving with glory, blue with debt.

Sits a crow
Eyes as deep as eternity itself
and an old tree
Gnarled from knowledge but
happy

They all smile:
O' tree, crow, cliff, and sky
It seems as if
They all like the company

Road

Wide and barren road
Much more sky than land
Where shall we travel?

Octaves

Octaves

Ups and downs
Highs and lows

It ends with the same sound
Just a different octave

Octaves
Just another word for live

The Meaning of Life - combined haikus

 ~1~

You asked one question
A solitary question
The meaning of life

~2~

When her seed springs up
Mother soil welcomes child
It's the same with us

~3~

We all have desires
To find what drives these desires
carries firm meaning

~4~

Art is a desire?
Why--why do we spread it then?
Are desires for others as well?

~5~

Think of great things gone?
Think this since they are so great?
Life will show you more

Stars

Today, I saw the moon outside
What a simple fact.

The hunter  stood with a missing leg,
The moon replaced his head.

Today, the stars were bright outside
They spoke to me at once.

They told me what it meant to live,
to see these types of moments.

Today, the sky formed its link outside
With us and the heavens.

The path fell down in a wift of silk
It unraveled its stories.

I look up at the sky today,
I'm happy that I did.