The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of
salt in
>a glass of water and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the Master
>asked. "Awful," spat the apprentice. The Master chuckled and then
asked the
>young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake. The
two
>walked in silence to the nearby lake and when the apprentice swirled
his
>handful of salt into the lake, the old man said, "Now drink from the
lake."
>As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the Master asked, "How
does
>it taste?" "Good!" remarked the apprentice. "Do you taste the salt?"
asked
>the Master. "No," said the young man.
>The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and
said,
>"The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain
in
>life
>remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the 'pain'
>depends on the container we put it into. So when you are in pain, the
only
>thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things ..... Stop being a
>glass. Become a lake!"
>
>
>perfect love is not recieving,
>its giving and forgiving