Making a lamp
I am reminded of a story I once heard Osho tell. It was during a series of talks he gave (The Golden Future), an experience I enjoyed immensely:
One beautiful Zen story is that a king sent his prince, who was going to be the next king, to learn gardening with a Zen master.
It took three years, and whatever the prince learned … in the garden of the palace, he had one thousand gardeners; he told them how to do all that he had learned to create a garden. After three years the master would come, and if he was satisfied the prince would pass the examination; otherwise, again another three years.
The master came. It was a beautiful garden—one thousand gardeners were working in it. But the prince was becoming afraid because there was no smile on the master's face, and finally the master said, "Everything is right, but you will have to come back for three more years."
The prince said, "What is wrong? You say, 'Everything is right,' then why have I to come back?"
The master went out of the garden, brought thousands of dead leaves which the gardeners had thrown out … the whole night they had been cleaning the garden of all the old dead leaves, so when the master came there would be nothing to object to. And the master brought the leaves and threw them on the garden path. The wind started playing with those dead leaves … and there was a certain music of the wind playing with the dead leaves, and the dead leaves moving all over the path.
The master said, "Now everything is okay."