That's My brother.

 

What I went through in Cambodia with my Brother, to open a coffee shop on the beach.  

We were working with local workers on the interior paint of the coffee shop, one of the two men really did a good job, and the other, throughout the work, made eye contact with me every time I stared at him, and each time he smiled.

I might have looked strange to him, resembling Mickey Mouse, a foreigner and black-haired, but we had to finish the construction quickly, so we called in the one who was working hard that evening and told him to bring in another guy for tomorrow because the guy who came with you didn't really work.

Then, he put his head down and said, "That's my brother," in short English, and then he said sorry to me.

That brief remark fully explained the situation, because, beside me, there was also my brother, a troublemaker, who resembled the yellow-haired Donald Duck, so I understood his intentions.

So, I asked the guy once again to do the work like your brother, and I had to see his smile toward me almost every day, until the work was finished.

Since then, my brother and I copy he's word "This is my brother," tell to each other like "Dumb and Dumber."

At that time I had not woken up yet, but I knew that there was a hint of enlightenment in such a thing that might have nothing to do with Zen as I woke up from Zen Master's small gesture.

After waking up, nothing in this world is ever different from "this," most of the enlightened moments of Zen master's life.

That everything is "only this" is something you can say only when you see the whole thing.

To explain this short word, I have listed so many words, but any word of this article cannot explain the whole content, and I can't infer at all what I'm going to say.

The same is true of the "this" I always try to point at. "That's my brother," implies many things. 

It was all implicit in the words of asking for all understanding and brotherhood, even though it was not listed badly, so that all his actions, which his brother worked hard even during his rest, were understood.   

The young Cambodian man's words were no different from the actions of Buddha, who had heard a flower, and his disciple, who answered him with a smile, and the teachings of Zen Monk, who poured a cup of tea to those who sought it out.

If the young man realizes, he will be able to wake up more people than anyone else in this day and age.

Zen is reluctant to say a number of things, whatever words or actions it is, it points and works right away.

If you really want to know about Dharma, be wary of the colorful sentences of a good talker.

What would anyone who shouted "SOS" want? 

What would anyone who shouted "THIS" want?