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Tuesday, 22 August 2017

340 – From Thich Nhat Hanh



                There is a story of one woman who invoked the name of the Buddha hundreds of times a day without ever touching the essence of a Buddha. After practicing for ten years, she was still filled with anger and irritation. Her neighbor noticed this, and one day while she was practicing invoking the name of the Buddha, he knocked on her door and shouted, “Mrs. Ly, open the door!” She was so annoyed to be disturbed, she struck her bell very hard so that her neighbor would hear she was chanting and would stop disturbing her. But he kept called, “Mrs. Ly, Mrs. Ly, Mrs. Ly, I need to speak with you.” She became furious, threw her bell down on the ground, and stomped to the door, shouting, “Can’t you see I’m invoking the name of the Buddha? Why are you bothering me now?” Her neighbor replied, “I only called your name twelve times, and look at how angry you have become. Imagine how angry the Buddha must be after you have been calling his name for ten years!”

--Living Buddha, Living Christ

Sunday, 20 August 2017

339 - What Is the Difference?



                A man inquiring into Zen once asked Yasutani Roshi, “What is the difference between you and me?”
                “There is none,” Yasutani replied, “except that I know it, and you don’t.”

Friday, 18 August 2017

338 – The Buddha and the Snake



                A poisonous snake, which had terrified the inhabitants of a village for many years, happened to overhear one of the Buddha’s sermons. Such was the force of the Buddha’s personality that the snake approached the Buddha for further teaching, and the Buddha converted the snake to the practice of nonviolence.
                A year passed before the Buddha was in that region again, and when he returned he found the snake badly beaten and suffering greatly.
                “Brother snake,” the Buddha inquired, “how did you come to this sad state?”
                “Holy One, when the villagers discovered that I was no longer a danger to them, they took to throwing stones at me and beating me with sticks. I don’t know what I should do.”
                “The problem, of course,” said the Buddha, “is that the villagers no longer fear you. That is not a good situation.”
                “But you were the one who taught me to practice nonviolence!”
                “Friend,” the Buddha said gently, “I taught you to practice nonviolence, but I said nothing about hissing as loudly as you like.”