Zen tale: Nothing exists as nothing. Everything exists as everything. Truth has nothing to do with words.

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Zoakin Teloy, was a long-time student of the old Zen master, Uiam Dulldopei. At the end of a long discourse, on emptiness, the master asked his assembled students, if they had any questions. Were they emptied of questions by his talk, or where they filled up with questions, by his talk? The master wanted to know the answer to this question, as it would indicate to him where his students were in their studies. Zoakin put his hand into the air. The master pointed to him, and said, "and what is your question, my lad?" Zoakin said, "If emptiness is all there really is, why do I find myself now asking questions to another empty person?" The old master stood up, and he walked right over to where Zoakin was still seated on a long wooden bench. He placed his right hand on Zoakin's head, and he replied, "See, my hand is solid enough to feel your emptiness, as my student here, but empty enough for you to feel my love, for you, as my son." For indeed, Zoakin was indeed this master's son, although he didn't as yet know it. The master had had an indiscretionary alliance with a lady before he had become the master here. The lady had disappeared back to her warrior husband, who would have killed her, (and probably the budding master too) if he had found out about this affair. The boy had been born secretly, somehow, and the warrior, away fighting battles, for months at a time, had never found out about this boy. The Zen temple had taken him, this young babe, into their temple, and had raised him as a student there, for all of his life then, until now. "Love has more to do with action, than with words. Emptiness has more to do with words, than with love." Zoakin had learnt the English language at his school. Zoakin chuckled now inside of himself, as he knew the meaning of his master's name in English, but his master, was no dull dope, but a real enlightened master, he thought to himself. The master, of course, noticed Zoakin, trying to suppress a smile, and he asked him what was so funny, here now. The student cried a little bit, saying sorry, "I just clicked over on something in my mind, but our mind reacts to these clicks in differing ways rather than the way our hearts respond to real love, really given. I felt your love for me right now." Zoakin had felt the transmission of loving power going to him from his master, and father, and then he knew that emptiness is not emptiness at all, but merely a receptacle waiting to be filled with love. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, freeimages.com Love is never empty, unless it's not given out.