1. Pszeudó Zen stories - the master's and Titok
Tóni talks III.
Pszeudó Zen story - the seed
He passed by the master and Titok Tóni, a fruity garden. In the garden, the host
pruned an old tree.
- You see it, so the religious reformer, than this host, who prunes the old tree,. The real
prophet, the real reformer, new one sows a seed, that késõbb burgeons into big tree,
and where the birds of the sky build a nest then.
Pszeudó Zen story - from the purification
The master and Titok Tóni sat around on the riverbank. The master liked the rivers,
brooks, the sources very much. The master idõközönként, the river sat onto his coast
directly, another time not. Tóni did not understand the logic of this. The master saw it,
that Tóni izeg moves, would like to ask something, but does not draw it after all. The
master kept silent only, that novelje the tenseness. The master spoke up finally.
- There are a kind, purification, which few people know,. The river has a wind, which
few people perceive,. If you perceive his leaking wind, and yourself convey it to him, it
goes over then and clears. The person who is able to be purified in this manner
perceives Nagy Mindenség wind, which goes over in that manner though, and clears,
but even better.
Pszeudó Zen story - from the thinking
Secret Tóni from that direction complained that he is thinking too much for the
master, es this saint Könyv it is prohibited from.
- Not that trouble, - responded the master -, that gondolkodol, but it, that you do not
leave your thoughts to look small, than look small, the falling leaves it erdõben.
Pszeudó Zen story - Elégedettségrõl
An afternoon, their cottage elõtt sitting around, Titok Tóni asked the master.
- Master, you are satisfied?

2. - Yes, because I exist. But I am satisfied at dusk, at the time of the dawn mostly, here
the cottage elõtt sitting around because he is equally at this time the fénybõl and the
sötétségbõl too, the kettõ is doing together.
Pszeudó Zen story - the thoughts and the leaves
The master and Titok Tóni, it erdõben a big one kidõlt they sat on a tree trunk. Tóni
away was indulging because of the master's thoughts. Noticed it:
- You master, I am not top notch not to agree with your thoughts.
- Not good if you agree with my thoughts because the essence is not their content, but
the silence what there is behind them. Do not insist on my thoughts, but to the silence,
which the thoughts induce in you,. Let my thoughts be like that in you, than here it
erdõben the rotting lapik, what you do not see already, you feel their fragrance only.
Pszeudó Zen story - Gyermekláncfûrõl
The master liked the sport. With Tóni an kézilabdamérkõzést you are watching. The
master big érdeklõdéssel looked at the exciting match. But Tóni once only it vete onto
reason, that the master not the mérkõzést looks at it, but the asphalt on the edge of an
orbit, the asphalt áttörõ, dandelions.
- What there is a master, the dandelions were more interesting, than the mérkõzés?
- You hit it Tóni, much more interesting. This weak plant breaks through the hard
asphalt of the civilisation. But the human soul is unable to break through it, the dead
culture, it elõítéletek his hard husk. Would be needed in this manner somehow, for the
man's Belsõ Én to break, Külsõ Én hard husk. Yes but there élõ song they would be
needed, than this little plant.
Pszeudó Zen story - the gyergyóditrói from a mill
The master and Titok Tóni, on one of the Székely land parishes, Gyergyóditrón walked
slowly. The master noticed, his oak half vezetõ on a road, a ruined watermill, which
had a wheel already nowhere,, one, inundation may be took it away. Stood about long
and gazed at it.
- With this õrölnek already more. - Tóni was thinking aloud.
- Tóni you, this mill it was the fate of his water wheel, that once above, once beneath,
and finally nowhere. The human life is like this. But they are, between the peoples, true

3. very few people, who the honed one and the lentet, the nowhere-nem-being it is united,
yet here their life.
Pszeudó Zen story - from the astrology
Secret Tóni, looked at it with some secret admiration as the master sank always, in the
view of the night starry sky. It was not something good with an opinion from astrology.
Kívülrõl considered it received, indirect help.
- You master, how marvellously the stars glitter, - Tóni said that he should get the
master to speak somehow.
- The explanation is not in the stars, - the master said it - but in you. Not from the stars
yourself understand it, but from yourself the stars, fõleg, if they glitter in your heart,
and not only on the sky.
Pszeudó Zen story - from the dinner
- Master, what prepare onto a dinner?
- What you prepared till now.
Pszeudó Zen story - from the catch
The master was squatting on the coast of the river, Tóni further back tõle sat around.
Tóni thought that the master fishes with a hand. Tóni was waiting for the master
catching fish vainly. The master suspected that Tóni has misgivings about fishing.
- You are out Tóni how I fish if you believe it. My mind rushed to my hand because of
that I am flustered so foolishly. I want to grab the water.
A cancer stung it with his scissors terribly meanwhile the master's finger, who started
howling. The twitching was over in this manner, and the river flowed long.
Big Attila Puli