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Memoirs of a Geisha


Taoism and Zen

by Yeiazel



Would you be Emperor?

In that time, Heian Kyo, which means "capital of peace and tranquility," was an enchanting place, where his Majesty the Emperor. Nobles dressed in red tunics cherry, purple pants, noble ladies in stunning clothes, the colors ever new, competing in games of love and mind games. The lavish parties succeeded each other at random palaces, villas, decorated with beautiful statues. The musicians accompanied by the lake of Eight Virtues lovers of moonlight. The temples were built of precious wood, adorned with mother of pearl inlaid with precious stones, and ritual ceremonies gave rise to unparalleled splendor throughout the empire.

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Emperor Saga was an elderly man, a little tired of these perpetual celebration. A secret sorrow gnawing on. He had no son. Often he was absent from the court, and he went with a few discrete and faithful servants in a hermit, a Zen monk. He lived not far from the capital, in a simple hut made of branches, near a pagoda in ruins. Sitting on a tree trunk, watching the saga monk praying, meditating, chopping wood, ax and sparkle to the rhythm of his shots in the sun.

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I watch you live for several years, Ryoben, you're active, energetic, generous and wise. I grow old, I have no son. Do you want me to succeed, will you be emperor ?
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this staggering demand, the monk did not answer a word.


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Imagine Ryoben, pleasures, wealth, absolute power, the power of life and death over everything that breathes in this country. You could be building here a palace or a temple a hundred pagodas make known the Zen, extend its influence. Are not you tempted?
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Ryoben Then laid his ax, put order into his clothes, saying

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I'll go to the river and wash my dirty ears with your words .

He went to the river where he met a peasant who often came to drink her cow.

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You're washing your ears at this time of day?
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Yes, my ears have been soiled by the words of the emperor. He asked me to succeed him and ascended the throne.
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Provocation, impertinence, the great liberator of Zen laugh. The monk sees a eye equal to the prince and the poor wretch, the lion and the worm. Envied nothing, possessing nothing, zen is perfect freedom.
- broadcast for the first time on the site "
The cozy little world of HC
" April 23, 2009



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