The Master gave the student a hunk of soft clay and said, "You have 12 hours to figure out what is the perfect shape to make with this clay. Once you have decided upon the perfect shape we will fire it in the kiln and you shall have that perfect shape for all of your life. Make sure you choose wisely." Then he abruptly left the student alone to his lesson.
The student made a statue of Buddha and was very pleased. Then he decided the Buddha would have rather had him make something useful. First, he made a plate which could hold his dinners. He even put food on it and ate happily. Then he made a bowl and had a drink of water. Then he made a beautiful vase and filled it with wondrous flowers. This cheered him up greatly. Then he spent hours meticulously making the form of a beautiful woman. This sparked many feelings within him. He stared at it, but decided it was impractical. He had just finished remaking a statue of the Buddha when the Master returned.
"Is this the shape you have decided upon?" he asked.
"No, master." said the student, shamefully. "I was unable to decide."
"Have you not tried to find the right form to make?" The master asked sternly.
"I made a Buddha, a plate, a bowl, a vase, and a woman from it. I simply don't know how to choose which is best." the student confessed.
The Master smiled. "Then you have learned the lesson." he replied seeming quite pleased. "The clay is far more useful when it is soft and pliable. To fire it in the kiln is to remove its pliability, which is its best feature. It is the same with the heart. It is far more useful when it is pliable than when it is baked solid in the fires of obsession. When the heart can adapt and take many shapes we can see the universe in so many ways. Once the heart is fired solid, we can see the universe one way only. We must resist the temtation to make such a foolish decision as to which shape is best."
The master turned and left. The student took the Buddha and rolled him into a tight ball. He realized that no matter what shape he made; plate, vase, bowl, woman or Buddha, the clay was always Buddha. He put Buddha in his pocket and followed the Master out of the room.







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