you were watching words

From Evelyn Rodriguez writing at Crossroads Dispatches I pick up this: I remember the Zen story Richard the rebel monk from Penang told me on Phi Phi. It goes something like this: A novice monk pleads with the master to accompany him to the mountain. As the sun is setting, the monk exclaims, "It's a beautiful sunset!" The master remains quiet. Next time the monk asks to go to the mountain, the master replies, "You were not watching the sun set, you were watching words. In a single moment, you can only be fully attentive to one thing." How true! Do you find yourself watching words? or being there?