After winning several archery contests, the young and rather
boastful champion challenged a Zen master who was renowned for his skill as an
archer.
The young man demonstrated remarkable technical proficiency
when he hit a distant bull's eye on his first try, and then split that arrow
with his second shot. "There," he said to the old man, "see if
you can match that!"
Undisturbed, the master did not draw his bow, but rather
motioned for the young archer to follow him up the mountain.
Curious about the old fellow's intentions, the champion
followed him high into the mountain until they reached a deep chasm spanned by
a rather flimsy and shaky log.
Calmly stepping out onto the middle of the unsteady and
certainly perilous bridge, the old master picked a faraway tree as a target,
drew his bow, and fired a clean, direct hit.
"Now it is your turn," he said as he gracefully
stepped back onto the safe ground.
Staring with terror into the seemingly bottomless and
beckoning abyss, the young man could not force himself to step out onto the
log, no less shoot at a target. "You have much skill with your bow,"
the master said, sensing his challenger's predicament, "but you have
little skill with the mind that lets loose the shot."
You can’t depend
on your eyes, when your imagination is out of focus – Mark Twain.
thanks for the inspiration..good one.
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Nice one... :)
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thank you Bharat! :)
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