聽畫的盲公 (Blind man listening to paintings)
Once upon a time, there was a famous Buddhist scholar who was also a very talented artist. One day, he displayed his paintings at home. Near the end of his exhibition, there was a row at his door. There was a blind man who wanted to come in to see his paintings. The guards refused his entry, and thus the row. The blind man was a highly trained Zen master. His Zen skill was at the level of "蚊翼蜂动 土下蚁行". He could distinguish whether the wind was generated by the wings of a mosquito or a bee, and what kind of ants was walking in the soil under the feet. The artist let the blind man in. The blind man asked if he could touch a painting. The artist said yes. The blind man touched a painting, and was able to sense the thoughts and emotions of the artist while he was stroking the paint brush on the canvas. The blind man said, "You have a lot of pride in you. You are craving for recognition. But I guess that is normal for an ordinary man. I am here to listen to your pain