proverb
Quarrelsome Monk
Text
A monk came to me complaining that he could not stop quarreling. I said: bring me your quarrel-mind, and I will sit on it. He could not find it. I told him: when next it arises, neither push nor cling — and you will find it has no resting place to be.
Attribution
By Bankei Yotaku
Sources
- contentBankei Zen: Translations from the Record of Bankei