Verse 72
A monk pointed at the Moon. The cat bit his finger. The monastery advanced considerably that evening.
A monk pointed at the Moon. The cat bit his finger. The monastery advanced considerably that evening.
The master said, Empty your mind. The novice emptied his bowl instead. The cat approved the more practical teaching.
Moonlight entered the hall without opening the door.
Two students argued whether the reflection was real. The cat drank it.
When the pond trembled, ten Moons broke apart. No one called the astronomer.
The master asked, Where is the Moon when clouds cover it? The novice answered, On the other side of the clouds. He was sent to wash cups for being unbearable.
A crescent is not waiting to become full. Only humans turn shapes into career plans.
The cat slept through enlightenment and woke without regret.
Do not polish the mirror to become the Moon.
Do not smash the mirror to escape the reflection.
The Way of the Moon is to arrive everywhere by remaining where it is.
The Way of the cat is similar, except for breakfast.
At dawn the Moon faded. The novice said, It is gone. The master said, Then stop pointing.
The novice finally understood and became very proud.
The cat bit him again.