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THE WORM
Ajahn Brahmavamso
There is a wonderful little story about two monks who lived together in a monastery for many
years; they were great friends. Then they died within a few months of one another. One of them
got reborn in the heaven realms, the other monk got reborn as a worm in a dung pile. The one
up in the heaven realms was having a wonderful time, enjoying all the heavenly pleasures. But
he started thinking about his friend, "I wonder where my old mate has gone?" So he scanned all
of the heaven realms, but could not find a trace of his friend. Then he scanned the realm of
human beings, but he could not see any trace of his friend there, so he looked in the realm of
animals and then of insects. Finally he found him, reborn as a worm in a dung pile... Wow! He
thought: "I am going to help my friend. I am going to go down there to that dung pile and take
him up to the heavenly realm so he too can enjoy the heavenly pleasures and bliss of living in
these wonderful realms."
So he went down to the dung pile and called his mate. And the little worm wriggled out and
said: "Who are you?", "I am your friend. We used to be monks together in a past life, and I have
come up to take you to the heaven realms where life is wonderful and blissful." But the worm
said: "Go away, get lost!" "But I am your friend, and I live in the heaven realms," and he
described the heaven realms to him. But the worm said: "No thank you, I am quite happy here
in my dung pile. Please go away." Then the heavenly being thought: "Well if I could only just
grab hold of him and take him up to the heaven realms, he could see for himself." So he
grabbed hold of the worm and started tugging at him; and the harder he tugged, the harder that
worm clung to his pile of dung.
Do you get the moral of the story? How many of us are attached to our pile of dung?
THE THIEF
Tibetan teaching story
'The 12th century master Geshe Ben was renowned for his goodness and integrity.
Once, while begging for alms, a family of devout Buddhists invited him to their home to be fed.
He was so hungry that he found it difficult to wait while his hosts were elsewhere preparing the
meal. To his complete shock he found himself stealing food from a jar when no-one was
looking. Geshe Ben suddenly burst into loud cries of "Thief! Thief! I've caught you red-handed."
His hosts rushed into the room to find him berating himself and threatening his hand with
being cut off it ever behaved like that again.'
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mind, convinced his son was dead, the father thought that some young boy was making fun of
him. He shouted: "Go away" and continued to cry. After some time, the child left.
Father and son never saw each other again."
After this story, the Buddha said: "Sometime, somewhere, you take something to be the truth.
If you cling to it so much, even when the truth comes in person and knocks on your door, you
will not open it."
ANGRY BUDDHA
From "Being Peace" by Thitch Nhat Hahn
"A woman who practices reciting Buddha Amitabha's name, is very tough and recites "NAMO
AMITABHA BUDDHA" three times daily. Although she is doing this practice for over 10 years,
she is still quite mean, shouting at people all the time. She starts her practice lighting incense
and hitting a little bell.
A friend wanted to teach her a lesson, and just as she began her recitation, he came to her door
and called out: "miss Nuyen, miss Nuyen!".
As this was the time for her practice she got annoyed, but she said to herself: "I have to struggle
against my anger, so I will just ignore it." And she continued: "NAMO AMITABHA BUDDHA,
NAMO AMITABHA BUDDHA..."
But the man continued to shout her name, and she became more and more oppressive.
She struggled against it and wondered if she should stop the recitation to give the man a piece
of her mind, but she continued reciting: "NAMO AMITABHA BUDDHA, NAMO AMITABHA
BUDDHA..."
The man outside heard it and continued: "Miss Nuyen, miss Nuyen..."
Then she could not stand it anymore, jumped up, slammed the door and went to the gate and
shouted: "Why do you have to behave like that? I am doing my practice and you keep on
shouting my name over and over!"
The gentleman smiled at her and said: "I just called your name for ten minutes and you are so
angry. You have been calling Amitabha Buddha's name for more then ten years now; just
imagine how angry he must be by now!"
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LOVE
A student confided in Suzuki Roshi that she had tremendous feelings of love for him, and that it
confused her.
"Don't worry," he said. "You can let yourself have all the feelings you have for your teacher.
That's good. I have enough discipline for both of us."
TEACUPS
A student asked Suzuki Roshi why the Japanese make their teacups so thin and delicate that
they break easily. "It's not that they're too delicate," he answered, "but that you don't know how
to handle them. You must adjust yourself to the environment, and not vice versa."
From: "To Shine One Corner of the World: Moments with Shunryu Suzuki: Stories of a Zen
Teacher Told by His Students" (Edited by David Chadwick
THE ARRIVAL
On a visit to the East Coast, Suzuki Roshi arrived at the meeting place of the Cambridge
Buddhist Society to find everyone scrubbing down the interior in anticipation of his visit. They
were surprised to see him, because he had written that he would arrive on the following day. He
tied back the sleeves of his robe and insisted on joining the preparations "for the grand day of
my arrival."
"To Shine One Corner of the World: Moments with Shunryu Suzuki: Stories of a Zen Teacher
Told by His Students"
THE BURDEN
Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It had rained and there were
puddles of water on the road sides. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable
to walk accross because of a puddle of water. The elder of the two monks went up to a her lifted
her in his alms and left her on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the
monastery.
In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said, "Sir, as monks, we cannot
touch a woman ?"
The elder monk answered "yes, brother".
Then the younger monk asks again, " but then Sir, how is that you lifted that woman on the
roadside ?"
The elder monk smiled at him and told him " I left her on the other side of the road, but you are
still carrying her "
HAPPINESS
"Once I was staying with my mother in London. At the time she was the housekeeper for a very
wealthy Canadian who lived in a luxury flat just off Hyde Park. They all went off for a while, and
I had the flat to myself. There I was in London, living in this luxurious flat with two huge color
television sets and all the food I could possibly eat! I had enough money for whatever I wanted,
lots of records, lots of everything. But I was so bored!
I told myself, "Please remember this. If you are ever tempted to think that physical comfort
gives happiness, remember this."
But then, another time I was staying in a cave, not my cave but another cave, which was very
small. It was so small that you couldn't stand up in it, with a tiny box you could only just sit in,
and that was the bed as well. It was full of fleas, so I was covered in flea bites. You had to go half
a mile down a very steep track to bring up water. There was also almost no food at all, and it
was hot. But I was in bliss. I was so happy. It was a very holy place, and the people there were
wonderful. Although from a physical point of view the situation was difficult, so what! The
mind was happy. I remember that whole place as being bathed in golden light. Do you see what
I mean?"
Ani Tenzin Palmo, from "Reflections on a Mountain Lake: Teachings on Practical Buddhism'
THE TAIL
There is a story about a princess who had a small eye problem that she felt was really bad.
Being the king's daughter, she was rather spoiled and kept crying all the time. When the
doctors wanted to apply medicine, she would invariably refuse any medical treatment and kept
touching the sore spot on her eye. In this way it became worse and worse, until finally the king
proclaimed a large reward for whoever could cure his daughter. After some time, a man arrived
who claimed to be a famous physician, but actually was not even a doctor.
He declared that he could definitely cure the princess and was admitted to her chamber. After
he had examined her, he exclaimed, "Oh, I'm so sorry!" "What is it?" the princess inquired. The
doctor said, "There is nothing much wrong with your eye, but there is something else that is
really serious." The princess was alarmed and asked, "What on earth is so serious?" He
hesitated and said, "It is really bad. I shouldn't tell you about it." No matter how much she
insisted, he refused to tell her, saying that he could not speak without the king's permission.
When the king arrived, the doctor was still reluctant to reveal his findings. Finally the king
commanded, "Tell us what is wrong. Whatever it is, you have to tell us!" At last the doctor said,
"Well, the eye will get better within a few days - that is no problem. The big problem is that the
princess will grow a tail, which will become at least nine fathoms long. It may start growing
very soon. If she can detect the first moment it appears, I might be able to prevent it from
growing." At this news everyone was deeply concerned. And the princess, what did she do? She
stayed in bed, day and night, directing all her attention to detecting when the tail might appear.
Thus, after a few days, her eye got well.
This shows how we usually react. We focus on our little problem and it becomes the center
around which everything else revolves. So far, we have done this repeatedly, life after life. We
think, "My wishes, my interests, my likes and dislikes come first!" As long as we function on
this basis, we will remain unchanged. Driven by impulses of desire and rejection, we will travel
the roads of samsara without finding a way out. As long as attachment and aversion are our
sources of living and drive us onward, we cannot rest.
From Daring Steps toward Fearlessness: The Three Vehicles of Buddhism, by Ringu Tulku
Rinpoche
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