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.