Weg, Traum, Stille

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Wo kämen wir hin
wenn alle sagten
wo kämen wir hin
und niemand ginge
um einmal zu schauen
wohin man käme
wenn man ginge.

(K. Marti)

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Wenn einer allein träumt, ist es nur ein Traum.

Wenn Menschen gemeinsam träumen, ist es der Beginn einer neuen Wirklichkeit.

(H. Camara)

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Oft wird es erst in der Stille richtig laut in uns.

(S. Wittlin)

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Two words – a zen story

Two words

There once was a monastery that was very strict. Following a vow of silence, no one was allowed to speak at all. But there was one exception to this rule. Every ten years, the monks were permitted to speak just two words.

After spending his first ten years at the monastery, one monk went to the head monk. „It has been ten years,“ said the head monk. “ What are the two words you would like to speak?“

„Bed… hard…“ said the monk.

„I see,“ replied the head monk.

Ten years later, the monk returned to the head monk’s office. „It has been ten more years,“ said the head monk. „What are the two words you would like to speak?“

„Food… stinks…“ said the monk.

„I see,“ replied the head monk.

Yet another ten years passed and the monk again met with the head monk who asked, „What are your two words now, after these ten years?“

„I…quit!“ said the monk.

„Well, I can see why,“ replied the head monk. „All you ever do is complain.“

(Author unknown)