Monks | Woman | River
Original Art Work by Agnes Pierscieniak @agnesartshop
Two Monks, One Woman, and the River of Life, a Sage Justice original rewriting of a classic Zen parable.
Two monks were walking toward the rushing river, in the dawn of morning, when they spotted a woman, with a great deal of luggage, trying to figure out how to cross the water without getting wet.
Without communicating with her or breaking their vow of silence, each of the monks moved to either side of the woman and, with a nod to the other, hoisted her upon their shoulders and grabbed her bags and boxes.
The woman complained and carried on the entire time, with “Oh my, careful with my delicate body!” and “Watch out for this! Watch out for that!” and “Don’t drop my precious things or let my beautiful clothing get wet!”
Once they crossed the river, they carefully set the woman and all her belongings down and walked away in silence.
Time passed. It was now dusk; and as the sun began to fall, the younger monk was so angry, offended, and frustrated by the woman that the monk could not stay silent anymore and spoke, “That woman was so rude to us! She didn’t even thank us! Look at us; our robes are still wet and muddy because of her! My back and shoulders still ache from her weight upon them! I have cuts in my hands from the heaviness of her packages digging into my skin, and for what?! We did so much for her, and all she did was complain!”
The older monk took a long deep breath and spoke slowly and in a peaceful tone, so as to be heard over the loud, angry, unregulated emotions of the younger monk. “The woman needed help but did not ask for our assistance. We took the liberty to give it anyway. Our robes are wet and muddy, not because of the woman, but because we chose to walk through the river. There are consequences to giving that belong to the giver, not the receiver. There is no way to walk through water without getting wet; but it cleanses you, even in the process of muddying. If you wanted something in return for what you gave, even gratitude, it was your responsibility to communicate that. We do not attach invisible strings to good deeds we haven’t negotiated, nor do we keep score of what we give and receive.”
The younger monk interrupted and said with angst, “But if we do not expect reciprocity we will be used and taken advantage of.”
The older monk allowed silence to speak next. This made the younger monk feel heard.
As they focused on their breath and walked softly through the woods, the sounds of nature’s wisdom joined in. Wind moved through the leaves of the trees, birds could be heard singing, and the ever-present hurried hush of the water remained present.
The older monk took in a cleansing breath from nature and spoke the words that closed this dialogue between the two, “Reciprocity comes from the currency of flow. We allow gifts and giving to wash over us like the rushing river, when we least expect it and need it most, like today. Judging and expecting people to behave as you would is a sign that you are expecting something from others that needs to come to you, from you. If your body still hurts, imagine what hers must feel like to carry all that emotional baggage everywhere she goes. In truth, we gave more to ourselves than we gave to her, for in helping her, we were reminded of the wealth in our simplicity, that ‘some people are so poor, all they have is money.’ *
People who are clearly in need of help should not have to ask for it in order to receive it. Forcing people to see themselves as charity when we have the ability to treat them as equals, can cause more humiliation than humility. We saw a need, and we were able to help. She did not ask us for our help, we offered, and that is an important distinction in considering judgment against her and expectation from her. We gave ourselves the gift of gratitude with the awareness that, in our minimalism, we do not carry her burdens; let that be all the thanks we need.
‘I set the woman down long ago. Why are you still carrying her?’**”
© Sage Justice 2025 (A Sage Justice original rewriting of a classic Zen parable.)
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* Quote attributed to Bob Marley
** Original line from the Zen parable
Inspiration for this piece:
“Train yourself toward solidarity and not charity. You are no one’s savior. You are a mutual partner in the pursuit of freedom.” -Brittany Packett
“I don't believe in charity. I believe in solidarity. Charity is so vertical it’s humiliating. It goes from the top to the bottom. Solidarity is horizontal. It respects the other and learns from the other.” - Eduardo Galeano