Carry. . .
Two monks were returning to the monastery at dusk and wanted to cross a river that had come out of the womb. Next to them, a young helpless woman asked them to help her cross the river with them.
The older monk, without thinking too much, took her in his arms and carried her to the other side of the water.
The young monk, controlling his astonishment, said nothing until they reached the temple where they were to spend the night.
Failing to refrain, he rebuked his companion: “You know very well that we are not allowed to touch any woman. How could you take that woman in your arms?”
The old monk replied smiling: “That’s right, I took her in my arms, but I put her down on the waterfront, you have been carrying her on your shoulders ever since”.
Peace and Love, Jim