Who Cares!

There was a Zen Master who had some disciples. One of them wrote to the Master every now and again after initiation, "Master I am really deeply involved with enlightenment right now. I spend all my time in search of my inner true self." The Master read only the first line and then kicked it into the dust bin.

A long while later he wrote another letter to the Master, "Oh Master now the whole universe responds to my innermost thoughts. How incredible the Truth is! How magnificent human wisdom is! How great is the universal Power!" The Master just blew his nose with it, and threw it in the toilet.

A third letter, he wrote again, "Oh Master, I have compassion now for all humankind and all the underprivileged beings! Even an ant, I hear his heart throbbing, I feel his soul striving! Oh Master, what a wonderful discovery! I will strive even more, I promise you! I will be your best disciple, you will see." So the Master wiped something with it. You know where, I won't say it. Then threw it in the toilet. He felt hopeless.

The fourth letter, the disciple reported again, "Master, now I am one with the universe! Everything is me, I am everything! There's nothing that is not me. I am everything. Oh, I congratulate myself!" The Master didn't even bother to touch it. He just let the wind blow it to anywhere it might go and didn't want to say any anymore. Master said, "Don't bother writing to me anymore. You just waste the paper and pen." So the disciple didn't write anything anymore.

Many years passed by and the Master was kind of feeling a little bit sorry, being so harsh to him last time. Remembering his fantastic disciple -- long time no see no hear -- so he kind of sent a message to him and said, "Hey! What happening now?" Perhaps he missed his nonsensical, "big universal" letters. "How is your spiritual progress?" So the disciple wrote back, two words only, on one big piece of paper: "Who cares?"

Do you know how the Master reacted now? Yeah! He went and drank coffee or tea or non-alcoholic beer with 'seven-up'.

That's the way. Only when you know that you are okay then you don't care. Otherwise doesn't matter how much you write to me, "I love You, the universal Power, compassionate me," and whatever, all this is nonsense, all theory. That's why many teachers of theory, whenever they open their mouths, they talk about compassion, enlightenment, wisdom and all that; but they don't do anything about it. Don't even know, they just talk about it. That's very boring, very difficult to make them realize that we don't need talking.