This is one of my favourite Zen stories I’ve come across. I changed it to winter, for today’s prompt, but really, this could happen any time of the year.Two monks were once travelling together in winter. A heavy snow was falling. Coming around a bend, they met an old woman, unable to cross a river.
‘Come on,’ said the first monk. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her across the river.
The second monk said nothing. He did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. ‘We monks don’t go near females,’ he said. ‘It is dangerous. Why did you do that?’
‘I left the woman by the river,’ the first monk said. ‘Why are you still carrying her?’
What have you left by the river? What are you still carrying?