Teachers

A monk once asked Joshu, ‘Who is my teacher?’

Joshu said, ‘Clouds rising out of the mountains, streams entering the valley without a sound.’

The monk said, ‘I wasn’t asking about them.’

Joshu said, ‘Though they are your teachers, you don’t recognize them.

from Henry Shukman, One Blade of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart

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