I remember hearing the story of a great Sufi master who had gathered several of his disciples to teach them about Divine unity (Tawhid)…
When everyone was in the room, after the master had spoken a few words of introduction, he heard from the street, through an open window, a mother vigorously reprimanding her young child, shouting: « Now it’s over, stop! » »
The master announced to his disciples that the session was over and that they could go home.
I could have read this Sufi story in one of the collections Zen masters teachings.
It would have been the subject of a teaching on the Unity of the Dharma, an inseparable reality, the artificiality of the world’s compartmentalizing reflexes.
This is constantly taught, the one who knows how to listen, whether it is a mother in the street reprimanding her child, the lapping of the water on the shore, or the distant mountains.
Notes & Silence 