Once there was a Dzogchen yogi who lived unostentatiously, surrounded, however, by a large following of disciples. A certain monk, who had an exaggerated opinion of his own learning and scholarship, was jealous of the yogi, whom he knew not to be very well read at all. He thought: “How does he, just an ordinary person, dare to teach? How dare he pretend to be a master? I will go and test his knowledge, show it up for the sham it is, and humiliate him in front of his disciples, so that they will leave him and follow me.”
One day he visited the yogi and said scornfully: “You Dzogchen bunch, is meditate all you ever do?”
The yogi’s reply took him completely by surprise: “What is there to meditate on?”
“You don’t even meditate then,” the scholar brayed triumphantly.
“But when am I ever distracted?” said the yogi.
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photo; eyes of Buddha from my Santa Fe Stupa