Give Me Your Pain

There was an old Zen master 

Living in a hut by the river

He was living alone

And sometimes he would get help

From young nuns and monks

Once a monk saw the master 

With a very deformed face

He instantly inquired

'What happened, master?'

'I'm old and my back hurts a lot'

'I wish you could give me your pain' 

Continued the monk

The master instantly retorted

'Don't wish for that, sky is blue and grass is green, I will die someday and the pain will go away'

The monk understood.

Now he was in great pain. 

Master would leave this world and he would stay alone until one day he will have great problems with his own back.