THE DISCIPLE HAD WALKED THREE DAYS BEFORE HE FOUND HIS BELOVED MASTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SILENCE, WITH HIS WHITE AND LONG HAIR DANCING WITH THE BREEZE.
THE MASTER DID NOT MOVE A SINGLE TRACE IN HIS FACE. HE KEPT SILENT, OPEN EYED, CONTEMPLATIVE.
THE DISCIPLE STAYED IN SILENCE FOR A WHILE, LOOKING PROFOUNDLY IN HIS MASTER'S EYES.
NOTHING ELSE REMAINED TO BE SAID. THE DISCIPLE TOOK HIS WAY BACK HOME, ENLIGHTED, AT LEAST TILL THE SUNSET.
