Musings of a retired teacher
Just like the old zen story about the pupil who always used his finger to gesture when he had an insight. The zen master, whose name I've forgotten, called the pupil over and in a flash severed his finger with a small knife. "What do you think, now?" asked the zen master. The pupil started to speak, moved his hand to gesture with the now missing finger and achieved enlightenment.
Hahaha loved Mark's comment too.And I love the perfume of daphne!
dan - i spy tom's toothpaste - memories come flooding in of days very long ago in an old house by a river living on five dollars a week for food, two dollars and fifty cents for wine, and somehow always having a good time!!! have a peaceful day my friend. steven
So much to learn from those who are long-suffering. It is a quality we do not hear much about these days....
Mark, that's a great story! I had a Buddhist teacher who taught me a very similar lesson, which was, basically, SHUT UP!!! (I had been a know-it-all student.) I am very grateful to have gotten the point with all my digits still attached. If a kindergarten teacher had but 9 fingers, how could he teach his pupils to count to 10?
Mark's one of the great bloggers out there. No doubt about it. A good commenter, too.
steven, yes tom's toothpaste. five dollars a week for food? You must have had a garden. I remember well living in Berkeley when Sarah and I budgeted $20 week for all the food for the two of us, including jug wine. They were happy times! We fed scraps of meat to the neighbor's dog, too.
Bonnie, the Buddhist canon includes stories called the Jataka tales which are full of stories of noble sacrifices that the Buddha made in incarnations previous to becoming the Buddha. They're truly remarkable stories many/most of which are intended for children. My haiku was written with them in mind. If you're not familiar with the Jataka tales, I recommend them to you.
Ah. I think I could smell the daphne from here.
Thank you for bringing some laughter into my day. She looks like she's flirting with your toothbrush now.
Hi, Katherine, thanks for stopping by and saying hello. Daphne's scent travels far. Loved your snow blog post!
Hi Polli--Yes. My toothbrush quivers with romantic feeling and is reconsidering its affair with Cinnamint.
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