Story of the tea cup

Once upon a time
(oops again!)
there was a tea cup
sitting in between
a zen master
and his disciple.

It was their first class.
The master filled the tea cup, 
asked the disciple to fill it further. 
He obliged
and the tea cup overflowed
into the silence that persisted.
The class was over.
 
It was their second class.
The master filled the tea cup
asked the disciple to fill it further.
He obliged, 
but then emptied the cup back into the kettle
and filled the cup. 
The silence still persisted. 
The class was over.

It was their third class.
The master filled the tea cup
asked the disciple to fill it further.
He obliged, 
he offered the tea to the master. 
Once the cup was empty, 
he filled it further. 
The silence still persisted
despite the burp sound from the master. 
The class was over.
 
It was their fourth class.
The master filled the tea cup
asked the disciple to fill it further.
He obliged, 
he drank the tea
and then filled the cup. 
No need to say that
the silence still persisted. 
The class was over.

It was their fifth class.
The master filled the tea cup
asked the disciple to fill it further. 
He obliged,
he offered the tea to the master. 
While the master was drinking, 
he snatched it away,
poured a bit back into the kettle, 
drank the remaining tea, 
threw the cup hard onto the floor
to break the cup and 
the silence that persisted.
 
Sitting in between 
the master and the disciple
the kettle told unto 
the broken tea cup
'Fucking intellectuals!
No more class'

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