MORFINO'S STORIES

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.

WHAT DO YOU SEE

_What do you see?
_ The ocean?
_What do you see?
_ The birds?
_ What do you see?
_ The boats spread around?
_ What do you see? Don't ask me.


MORFINO the sage

SELF EXPRESSION

_master, do you think that I should not be doing any question?
_ listem to that voice that  you have just mentioned

INVISIBLE

once upon a time, there was a boy who found out that he could become invisible.
he did not know what to do with this surprisingly powers than he went to talk to the air, which was already invisible.

_ Hello, mister air, can we talk a little bit?
_ Sure, but I can not see you.
_ I cannot see you either

Said Morfino, the sage, whose wisdom is proportional to his silence. 

SHORT TALK

_ Master, how can I talk to you in English and receive your available wisdom through my poor English skills?
_ When you are not considering to face this limitation it will not exist. We get surprised with our response to difficult situations when this is not a question. 
_ How can I comunicate with lack of words? 
_ When we do not say anything we get to de bedrock of comunication. Everything we say is  ilusion. The truth is silent. 
_ So I should not be here to listen you.
_ No one needs to listen to nobody. Listen is just a grace, a gift. In silence we listen to the nothingness that both of us are. 

THE SAGE AND THE ALIGATOR

Once upon a time, there was a monk that lived behind a tree. His only clothes were a pair of saldals made of rope and a a sheet of yellow cloth. He washed his clothes everythey, because their were unique. 
He ate wath he wanted everymoment, and he wanted what he had. Because of that he became a monk, a sage, a guy that could have the wisdom to relate with the aligator. 
You may ask "what aligator?"
I say "the one that gives name to this story"
You think " that is right, I have readen it somewhere"

Well, let's go back to were I should had never left, navegating to other ideas that came by. 
The import is that the sage was intercepted by an aligator, a hungry aligator, who wanted desperatedly eat a sage.
When the aligator saw the sage, and remembered with his aligator's possible memory. Like an instinct, the aligator went running as possible to grab the sage. And the sage let be eaten for the sake of the readers. And bless us oh loard, to those who are religious. 

EYES

A guy sees his wife kissing another man on bar's table. He gets closer and finds out that she was kissing his best friend. 
He gets surprised, especialy because his wife should be travelling during week, leading a project many miles from that place.
He walks slowly toward them. The couple see him, but both can't say a word.
He looks profoundly into her eyes. She looks back. They keep talking in a profound silence for a while.
_I am not going to say anything that my eyes haven't said - he says.
Than he looks into his friends eyes. And they stay quiet, for half an hour. 

SHORT

They were again in the bath tube. She had lit two candles, and burned a couple of incense. 
_ You are still so handsome...
_ Why "still"?
_ Just because...You have been always the best...Well, not always...
_ So I can improve it.
_ You  are always improving...As are my eyes.

MORFINO was with his disciples that he used to see as  just good friends. 
He took an apple over the table, split it in 8 peaces anda gave to each one. 

Nobody expected him to share also wine. 

Than he said:

_ Find a ant and make it happy. 

SILENCE

_ Master, we have been seated for about one and half hour and you haven't said a single word. I am sorry to break your silence, but I am eager to receive something from your immense wisdom.

The sage stood sit and quiet.  He took a peace of thread that was coming out of his blouse'sleave, made a ball with it with the point of his fingers and ofered it to the visitor. 

Than the visitor accepted the offer with the points of his fingers, stood up and walked away. 


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