One of those sunny days, an apprentice went to Zen master, who was
sitting near a stream. The apprentice said:
- Look at me, Master. I've learnt a lot since my first day in the Monastery. I wrote a lot of lines, and read those of my fellow monks. But I can't see a spark of true beauty in my work
Then, the Apprentice pointed another monk, who was sleeping under a tree,
with an open book over his face, and said:
- Look at him. He doesn't know discipline, but some of his works are like perls: examples of purity, clarity and perfection.
The Master said:
- Artisans do what they want, artists do what they can.
And the Apprentice gained enlightenment.