The robe.


A Zen abbot went dressed in rags to the door of a rich man and was turned away with an empty bowl.

He soon returned in his formal robe of office and was invited in and seated before a sumptuous meal.

The abbot removed his robe and folded it.  He carefully placed it at the extravagantly laid table in front of the delicious feast.

As he departed, he spoke, “This meal is not for me; it is for the robe.”

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