Once upon a time there was a garden in a place of worship. The priest there worked as the caretaker of the garden in his spare time. He loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees and enjoyed the time he spent in the garden. Next to the temple there was a meditation centre where a very old Zen master lived.
One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds and trimmed the shrubs, staked up the trellises. He spent a long time painstakingly raking up all the dry autumn leaves. He carefully loaded the leaves into the garden cart and carried it away. As he worked, the old Zen master watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples.
When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. "Isn’t that perfect," he called out to the old master. The garden was indeed very neat, orderly, prim and proper.
"Yes," replied the old man, "but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I'll put it right for you."
After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the centre of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden. "There," said the old man, "you can put me back now."