Patrul Rimpoche was roaming the Tibetan mountains. One day he heard about a great hermit who had spent twenty years in a cave meditating on the Perfection of Patience. Desirous to meet such a saintly being, he went in search of his cave. Poking his head around the entrance, he called out, “Hello there, what are you doing?”
His meditation disrupted by this impertinent hollering, the hermit opened his eye and inquired,
“What do you want?”
The beggar crouched down in front of him, his eyes glinting with mischief, without uttering a word.
“Who are you? Where do you come from?” pressed the hermit.
“I come from behind my back, and I’m going in the direction I am facing.”
Nonplussed, the hermit continued, “Where were you born?”
“OK,” he said, trying to contain his rising frustration, “What – do – you – want?”
“Well, I was curious to…
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