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The Tale of the Two Mirrors
It was a hot afternoon in the Jetavana Grove. The air stood still, and the only sound was the monotonous chirping of the cicadas. But the silence within the monastery was soon to be broken. Two monks stood facing each other in the courtyard. Their faces were flushed with anger. "You have disregarded the rules! I saw it clearly!" shouted one of the monks, whose name was Kassapa. He was the accuser. "That is not true! You do not understand the situation at all, and you accuse m

Gongan - Koans
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