The young monk talks to his wise master.

Young Monk: "Oh, dear Master, the days pass by and I still can't perfect the art of yoga. Why is that?"

Master: "Well, Do you see the water in a river, flowing effortlessly yet always stronger than the hardest of rocks?"

Monk: "Yes Master."

Master: "Do you see the clouds, giving wonderful shapes and forms with nothing but the external force of the wind?"

Monk: "Yes Master."

Master: "Do you hear the music of the night, offering a symphony of drops, wind, and the croaks of frogs, followed by the strings of the grasshoppers?"

Monk: "Yes Master."

Master: "Then stop wasting time on bullshit and start practicing, you lazy good-for-nothing!"