There is a tale about a young Zen monk, who, after many years of apprenticeship under a well known Zen master, became frustrated with his lack of progress. No longer able to contain himself he confronted the master and accused him of withholding the information he needed to reach Satori (enlightenment). The master listened patiently as the young monk passionately made his case. ‘Have I not served you these long years master? Have I not amply demonstrated my humility, patience and sincerity?’ asked the young monk. ‘You have,’ said the master, nodding thoughtfully. ‘Please master respectfully I ask you now to reveal what you have withheld, so that I too may join the ranks of the initiated,’ the young monk pleaded. ‘Okay, I will grant your request. Rise early tomorrow so that we may travel to the field of ten thousand poppies and be there by sunrise,’ said the master. The young monk unable to sleep spent the night wondering what the great Master would finally reveal to him the following morning. They set of for the field of ten thousand poppies early the following morning. Reaching their destination as the sun rose in the east. Wild poppies covered the field as far as the eye could see, and their sweet fragrance filled the air. ‘Do you see the poppies?’ asked the master. ‘Yes,’ answered the young monk. ‘Do you smell their sweet fragrance in the air?’ asked the master. ‘Yes,’ answered the young monk again. ‘Then how can you say that I have withheld the secrets of our art from you? I have revealed all. It is you who is unable to see,’ said the master. This short story is typical of Zen teaching. It is not meant to make sense to any who have not yet broken the veil of illusion.