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Osho Zen Stories

1. Drop all 'isms'
2. Mind of a Sage
3. Judging a saint
4. The Fake Monk
5. Rinzai's Answer
6. Mystic Rengetsu
7. Zen Master Sekito
8. Zen Sage & Thief
9. Zen Master in Jail
10. Buddha’s message
     
11. The Game of Chess
12. Innocence is Divine
13. Master's Compassion
14. Knowledge is Trouble
15. Respond with awareness
16. Tetsugen 3 set of sutras
17. You are already a Buddha
18. Sound of one Hand Clapping
19. Master waits 4 right Moment

Paul Reps 101 Zen Stories

1. Stories 1 - 2
2. Stories 3 - 4
3. Stories 5 - 7
4. Stories 8-9
5. Stories 10
6. Stories 11
7. Stories 12-14
8. Stories 15-16
9. Stories 17-18
    
10. Stories 19 - 21
11. Stories 22 - 24
12. Stories 25 - 27
13. Stories 28 - 32
14. Stories 33 - 36
15. Stories 37 - 38
16. Stories 39 - 41
17. Stories 42 - 44
18. Stories 45 - 46
     
19. Stories 47 - 48
20. Stories 49 - 50
21. Stories 51 - 53
22. Stories 54 - 56
23. Stories 57 - 59
24. Stories 60 - 61
25. Stories 62 - 64
26. Stories 65 - 66
27. Stories 67 - 68
     
28. Stories 69 - 72
29. Stories 73 - 75
30. Stories 76 - 78
31. Stories 79 - 82
32. Stories 83 - 86
33. Stories 87 - 89
34. Stories 90 - 91
35. Stories 92 - 94
36. Stories 95 - 97
37. Stories 98 -101

10. The Last Poem of Hoshin

The Zen master Hoshin lived in China many years. Then he returned to the northeastern part of Japan, where he taught his disciples. When he was getting very old, he told them a story he had heard in China.

This is the story: One year on the twenty-fifth of December, Tokufu, who was very old, said to his disciples: I am not going to-be alive next year so you fellows should treat me well this year.'

The pupils thought he was joking, but since he was a great-hearted teacher each of them in turn treated him to a feast on succeeding days of the departing year.

On the eve of the New Year, Tokufu concluded: 'You have been good to me. I shall leave you tomorrow afternoon when the snow has stopped.'

The disciples laughed, thinking he was aging and talking nonsense since the night was clear and without snow. But at midnight snow began to fall, and the next day they did not find their teacher about. They went to the meditation hall.
There he had passed on.

Hoshin, who related this story, told his disciples: 'It is not necessary for a Zen master to predict his passing, but if he really wishes to do so, he can.'
‘Can you?' someone asked.
‘Yes,' answered Hoshin. 'I will show you what I can do seven days from now.

None of the disciple’s believed him, and most of them had even forgotten the conversation when Hoshin next called them together.
'Seven days ago,' he remarked, ‘I said I was going to leave you. It is customary to write a farewell poem, but I am neither poet nor calligrapher. Let one of you inscribe my last words.'

His followers thought he was joking, but one of them started to write.
'Are you ready?' Hoshin asked.
'Yes, sir,' replied the writer.
Then Hoshin dictated:
I came from brilliancy
And return to brilliancy.
What is this?
The poem was one line short of the customary four, so, the disciple said: 'Master, we are one line short.'
Hoshin, with the roar of a conquering lion, shouted ‘Kaa!’ and was gone