Not sure if you will "get" this Zen story or not....but it's worth a try.
No Water, No Moon
When the nun Chiyono studied Zen under Bukko of Engaku she was unable to attain the fruits of meditation for a long time.
Because, as a woman in the Zen monastary she would bathe at night when the other monks slept,
she had an old bamboo bucket, rickety, and bound together by bamboo straps that she used it to carry water from the well to bathe with
One moonlit night she was hauling up a heavy bucket of water from that well.
Being late at night the moon was relected in the water of the well.
As she lifted the heavy bucket, the bamboo straps suddenly broke and the bottom fell out of the pail.
The water fell back into the well, and the reflected moon was suddenly gone with a splash of cold water.
At that very moment Chiyono was set free!
In commemoration, she wrote a poem about that event:
In this way and that I tried to save my old bucket
Trying every thing I could to keep it together,
as the bamboo strips were weakening and about to break
Until one night, drawing water from that deep cold well,
quite suddenly the bottom fell out.
With a great splash, I was covered with water!
No more water in the pail!
No more moon in the water!
(Emptiness in my hand!)
That's "emptiness" realized.
Okay, I cheated. I added the last line.
(The one in parenthases).