Carrying Thoughts

For the first 1000 years atop Wudan mountain,I was tasked with fetching water from the stream at its base.The walk would take many days,and occasionally Master Po would accompany me and ask me questions about Zen.This particular night, as we approached the stream,stood the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.She was standing,unable to cross a puddle of mud in fear of staining her Pearl silk robe.I was always warned to stay away from beautiful women.They distract you from inner rage.They tame your soul with sparkling eyesand it is impossible. . .