Tanzan and Ekido were once
traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling. Coming
around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to
cross the intersection. "Come on, girl" said Tanzan at once. Lifting
her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. Ekido did not speak again until
that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain
himself. "We monks don't go near females," he told Tanzan,
"especially not young and lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do
that?" "I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still
carrying her?"
Stories that will stop you for a while from your busy , restless schedule and help you feel and realize all the tiniest of beauties and deepest of emotions surrounding you and let you relish yourself...
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