Originally posted by Statistician
The Second Ancestor stood in the snow, cut off his arm and said, " Your disciple's mind has no peace as yet. Master, please, put it to rest. "
Bodhidharma said, " Bring me your mind, and I will put it to rest."
The Second Ancestor said, " I have searched for my mind, but I cannot find it."
Bodhidharma said, " I have completely put it to rest for you."
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