When Eshunthe Zen nunwas past sixty and about to leave this worldshe asked some monks to pile up wood in the yard.
Seating herself firmly in the center of the funeral pyreshe had it set fire around the edges.
O nun!shouted one monkis it hot in there?
Such a matter would concern only a stupid person like yourself,answered Eshun.
The flames aroseand she passed away.