This story was told to me by my father, the only story i got from him. It served me all my life.
The Sweeper
He swept the courtyard of the Zen Monastery all his life. One day sweeping the courtyard a pebble fly and knock a bamboo making a sound which the sweeper hearing it, became enlightened.
All the monks in the monastery went to see the master. “ Master how this is possible? We meditate all our life and we gain nothing while a mere sweeper gets enlightenment?
The Master Answer: “ I guess the sweeper swept the courtyard perfectly today”
It is not what you do that matter, but how you do it.
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