655. no ideas

one day, the guru was working on his kōans for the week. he needed to write five, and yet he had no ideas, so he went for a walk.

on the walk, he saw many beautiful things. he saw the lake, and how the ripples moved from the center to the far edges, lapping against the rocks of the shore.he saw the trees, growing high into the sky. he saw a sunflower, smiling up at the sun, staring into the thing that she loved. and he saw the tortoise, contentedly nibbling lettuce.

and yet he still had no ideas for kōans.

a kōan may be true, but its lessons never are.