The monk sat in the park
meditating. Upon meditating he noticed a man dressed all in black that
everyone seemed familiar with, but the monk also saw the person next to
him that was being ignored. A child dressed in white, with white hair.
The monk wondered how such a man existed that would not feel bad the
little child was ignored, and yet he received most of the
acknowledgement.
The monk decided to follow them and pay attention to this person and see what all occurred. The monk saw old, and young alike, male and female all seemed to know this man. The monk thought maybe this man was a celebrity or a famous person. The fact though that the little girl was ignored, frustrated the monk.
The monk asked the man for some of his time to talk and let the monk hear his tale of fame. The monk asked him many questions. He asked the man who the white haired child was, and the man just stated that it was a friends daughter. The monk noticed the girl shook her head no just so slightly.
The monk asked the man how he knows the old and young so well. The man replied with the people seek him out regularly to determine a perception of sorts. The girl simply shook her head. The monk asked why most people ignore the child and only a few even recognize her.
The man stated that in order to tell me he would like to refer to a story of the twins night and day. All though people spent their time in the day, many look forward to the night, many enjoyed the dreams they had, and the enjoyment one had at night. I am like the night in the story, I am easy to talk to and generally I give people what they want. The child, well you know children they say thing like how they are, with no class about it.
After leaving the man the priest was curious about the story and had suspicions about the man still. The priest made his way to the cove, walking slowly and looking for what he missed when he heard a soft whisper of a voice. "Master monk may I ask you for an escort?"
The monk simply replied lost in thought, "Master, I am not but escort you shall have, where are you off to?"
The whisper stated, "Well to the Jade Cove."
At this point the monk came too and realized the whisper came from the small white haired and white clothed girl.The monk asked the girl, "Was what the man in black said was true?"
The girl simply replied, "it his his truth, but rarely is the brutal truth ever recognized". She fell silent and parted her lips in a soft smile.
As they got to the cove, the sage approached the child and bowed his head. "My lady, please come in and teach us." The monk was floored, and asked the sage, "how can one so young, teach those that have spent years in cultivation of the essence?"
At this the monk smiled and simply replied, "Looks are often deceptive."
The girl turned to the monk and told him that she is of the same age as the man in black and he in turn is older than he looks. For the time that she has existed all the sages come to see her, and in grateful response to recognition she shares her knowledge.
At that time the monk understood and knowtow to her, he simply said, "It is my honor to meet you lady truth."
The monk decided to follow them and pay attention to this person and see what all occurred. The monk saw old, and young alike, male and female all seemed to know this man. The monk thought maybe this man was a celebrity or a famous person. The fact though that the little girl was ignored, frustrated the monk.
The monk asked the man for some of his time to talk and let the monk hear his tale of fame. The monk asked him many questions. He asked the man who the white haired child was, and the man just stated that it was a friends daughter. The monk noticed the girl shook her head no just so slightly.
The monk asked the man how he knows the old and young so well. The man replied with the people seek him out regularly to determine a perception of sorts. The girl simply shook her head. The monk asked why most people ignore the child and only a few even recognize her.
The man stated that in order to tell me he would like to refer to a story of the twins night and day. All though people spent their time in the day, many look forward to the night, many enjoyed the dreams they had, and the enjoyment one had at night. I am like the night in the story, I am easy to talk to and generally I give people what they want. The child, well you know children they say thing like how they are, with no class about it.
After leaving the man the priest was curious about the story and had suspicions about the man still. The priest made his way to the cove, walking slowly and looking for what he missed when he heard a soft whisper of a voice. "Master monk may I ask you for an escort?"
The monk simply replied lost in thought, "Master, I am not but escort you shall have, where are you off to?"
The whisper stated, "Well to the Jade Cove."
At this point the monk came too and realized the whisper came from the small white haired and white clothed girl.The monk asked the girl, "Was what the man in black said was true?"
The girl simply replied, "it his his truth, but rarely is the brutal truth ever recognized". She fell silent and parted her lips in a soft smile.
As they got to the cove, the sage approached the child and bowed his head. "My lady, please come in and teach us." The monk was floored, and asked the sage, "how can one so young, teach those that have spent years in cultivation of the essence?"
At this the monk smiled and simply replied, "Looks are often deceptive."
The girl turned to the monk and told him that she is of the same age as the man in black and he in turn is older than he looks. For the time that she has existed all the sages come to see her, and in grateful response to recognition she shares her knowledge.
At that time the monk understood and knowtow to her, he simply said, "It is my honor to meet you lady truth."
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