A young couple moves into a new neighborhood.
The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside.
“That laundry is not very clean,” she said. “She doesn’t know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.”
Her husband looked on, but remained silent.
Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, the young woman would make the same comments. About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband:
“Look, she has learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this.”
The husband said, “I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.”
And so it is with life.
What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look.

Satoru

I walked over the dune bridge and onto the beach. I laughed out loud and happiness flowed through me when I saw for miles in each direction that there were only a few people on the entire beach. The waves were high for two hundred feet off the shore and the breeze is strong and salty. I walked down to the edge where the water came up to the dry sand. I closed my eyes and walked very slowly keeping one foot on the dry sand and the other on the high water mark. I cleared my mind and concentrated on walking in a straight line and deeply breathing. The time it passes it passes. How long the Zen walk took I do not know. I opened my eyes and just down the beach a beautiful naked women sat washing herself with the fine sand.