When the Light Changes
A weary traveler arrived at a small mountain temple after a long journey. For several days, they sat quietly within its walls, searching for answers.
The master noticed, and without a word led them out through the gate. Spring had arrived in full. Wildflowers danced in the warm breeze, and below, a stream wandered through the valley, catching the light as it went. The master chose a place on the hillside and settled down, at ease, saying nothing.
Toward evening, the master rose and gestured toward the temple. But at the gate, the master stepped ahead, swung the two wooden doors shut, and left the traveler standing outside.