“A baker in a little country town bought the butter he used from a nearby farmer. One day he suspected that the bricks of butter were not full pounds, and for several days he weighed them”
Once Buddha was walking from one town to another town with a few of his followers. While they were travelling, they happened to pass a lake. They stopped there and Buddha told one of his disciples, “I am thirsty. Do get me some water from that lake.”
“A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream.
The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food…”
Joshu was asked,
“When a person comes to you with nothing,
what would you say to them?”
Joshu replied, “Throw it away!”
A life-time is not what’s between,
The moments of birth and death.
A life-time is one moment,
Between my two little breaths. …
Two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in forty years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labour and goods as needed without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began small and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence…
The area around the mic was crowded with speakers, dignitaries and their entourages. Wearing a black suit, black tie and white shirt, Dr. King edged through the melee towards the podium. All people could see was a speck. And they listened to it.
There was a girl whose family was very wealthy. One day her mother took her on a trip to the country, where she aimed to show her daughter how poor people live. They arrived at the farm of a very poor family, and spent several days there. On their return, the mother asked her daughter if she liked the trip.
The disciples were absorbed in a discussion of Lao-tzu’s dictum:
“Those who know do not say; those who say do not know.”
When the Master entered, they asked him exactly what the words meant.
Said the Master, “Which of you knows the fragrance of a rose?”
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