The Sound of One Hand
The master had a 12 year old protege named
Toyo. In
the morning and evening Toyo saw the disciples visit the master's room to receive instruction in sanzen in which
they were given koans to stop mind-wandering.
Toyo wished to do sanzen
also. "Wait a while," said the master. "You are too young."
But the child insisted, so the teacher finally
consented.
In the evening little Toyo went at the proper
time to the threshold of master's sanzen room. He struck the gong to announce his presence, bowed respectfully
three times outside the door, and went to sit before the master in respectful silence.
"You can hear the sound of two hands when they
clap together," said the master. "Now show me the sound of one hand."
Toyo bowed and went to his room to consider
this problem. From his window he could hear the music of the geishas. "Ah, I have it!" he
proclaimed.
The next evening, when his teacher asked him to
illustrate the sound of one hand, Toyo began to play the music of the geishas.
"No, no," said the master. "That will never do.
That is not the sound of one hand. You've not got it at all."
Toyo moved his quarters to a quiet place. He
meditated again. "What can the sound of one hand be?" He happened to hear some water dripping. "I have it,"
imagined Toyo.
When he next appeared before his teacher, Toyo
imitated dripping water.
The master replied, "That is the sound of
dripping water, but not the sound of one hand. Try again."
In vain Toyo meditated to hear the sound of one
hand. He heard the sighing of the wind. But the sound was rejected. He heard the cry of an owl. This
also was refused. The sound of one hand was not the locusts. For more than ten times Toyo
visited the master with different sounds. All were wrong. For almost a year he pondered what the sound of one hand
might be.
At last little Toyo entered true meditation and
transcended all sounds. "I could collect no more," he explained later, "so I reached the soundless
sound."
Toyo had realized the sound of one
hand.
'Zen-The Lighter Side'
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