It coulda happened at the 2 cigar butts

Way back then see, was this guy name of Joshu, he had it all together, see.

Well he went to visit this here hermit monk. He, Josh, say; "Whatsup, man, whatsup?"

The monk just made a fist.

Joshu say: "Shucky darn, no room for me in this here littl' minnow pond!" and he go.

Next day Josh come back and he say; "Whatsup, man, whatsup?"

The hermit monk make a fist again.

Josh say: Oh wow, man, you give it, you take it, you nailed it you have it, cool! and he high fived the hermit.

Now day one,you, I, Josh, we see home boy didn't know diddley , day two, he dug it all and told right righteously. !


So bro, what changed?

My retelling of a zen story from Mumon's 'The gateless gate

By the way, the 2 cigar butts (Les Deux Megots) was The Coffee house on New York's, Lower East Side that I frequented in the early sixties.

Caran D'Ache Neocolor II water soluble crayons on Canson, 11 by 15 inch, 140 pound cold pressed