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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.'

THE LOST SON
"A young widower, who loved his five year old son very much, was away on business when
bandits came who burned down the whole village and took his son away. When the man
returned, he saw the ruins and panicked. The took the burnt corpse of an infant to be his son
and cried uncontrollably. He organised a cremation ceremony, collected the ashes and put
them in a beautiful little bag which he always kept with him.
Soon afterwards, his real son escaped from the bandits and found his way home. He arrived at
his father's new cottage at midnight and knocked at the door. The father, still grieving asked:
"Who is it?" The child answered, it is me papa, open the door!" But in his agitated state of

the father thought that some young boy was making fun of him. You must adjust yourself to the environment. he came to her door and called out: "miss Nuyen.." he said. but she said to herself: "I have to struggle against my anger. "Don't worry. brother". They were surprised to see him. "Sir. In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said. A friend wanted to teach her a lesson. you will not open it. Although she is doing this practice for over 10 years.Zen FAQ-sheet Zen Poems and Haiku Zen Stories Zen Computer Fun Navigation Web Links Search this Site Home mind. "but that you don't know how to handle them. but she continued reciting: "NAMO AMITABHA BUDDHA. the Buddha said: "Sometime. You have been calling Amitabha Buddha's name for more then ten years now." 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. so I will just ignore it. convinced his son was dead. After some time. even when the truth comes in person and knocks on your door. 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.. the child left." TEACUPS A student asked Suzuki Roshi why the Japanese make their teacups so thin and delicate that they break easily.." But the man continued to shout her name. NAMO AMITABHA BUDDHA. That's good." Then she could not stand it anymore. "It's not that they're too delicate." After this story... we cannot touch a woman ?" The elder monk answered "yes. He tied back the sleeves of his robe and insisted on joining the preparations "for the grand day of my arrival. If you cling to it so much. "You can let yourself have all the feelings you have for your teacher. Then the younger monk asks again. because he had written that he would arrive on the following day. miss Nuyen!"." The man outside heard it and continued: "Miss Nuyen. He shouted: "Go away" and continued to cry. as monks. As this was the time for her practice she got annoyed. and just as she began her recitation. you take something to be the truth. 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. is very tough and recites "NAMO AMITABHA BUDDHA" three times daily. Suzuki Roshi arrived at the meeting place of the Cambridge Buddhist Society to find everyone scrubbing down the interior in anticipation of his visit. She starts her practice lighting incense and hitting a little bell. and not vice versa. but you are still carrying her " . 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. shouting at people all the time. jumped up. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk accross because of a puddle of water. NAMO AMITABHA BUDDHA.. " but then Sir. and she became more and more oppressive. just imagine how angry he must be by now!" ^Top of Page LOVE A student confided in Suzuki Roshi that she had tremendous feelings of love for him." he answered. She struggled against it and wondered if she should stop the recitation to give the man a piece of her mind. somewhere. miss Nuyen. It had rained and there were puddles of water on the road sides. she is still quite mean." And she continued: "NAMO AMITABHA BUDDHA. Father and son never saw each other again." ANGRY BUDDHA From "Being Peace" by Thitch Nhat Hahn "A woman who practices reciting Buddha Amitabha's name. and that it confused her." "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. and continued his way to the monastery. I have enough discipline for both of us.

What will please you?" The young elephant said. he took careful aim and squirted a perfect geyser right between his mother's eyes.his mother . and because the enemy was so attached to her." What had happened?. the Buddha was once born as a baby elephant. ^Top of Page . the layman caught his father." Free. they gleefully squirted and splashed each other. Her tusks were yellow and broken and in time she became blind. she sprayed him over the top of his head and back until he shone." said the king. "Never have I seen such kindness. Not an extraordinary scene one would think. "Is it raining?" she asked. There she lay in the mud. "What a splendid animal! I must have him to ride upon!" So the king captured the elephant and put him in the royal stable. The little elephant grew and grew until he was the tallest and strongest young bull in the herd. The young elephant then plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes from a tree and gave them to her. and was now eating it. the young elephant raced through the hills looking for his mother. His trunk gleamed like a silver rope and his ivory tusks curled up in a long arc. "First you. "Oh wise one. he filled his trunk with water and sprayed the top of her head and back until she shone. Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. food and drink do not make me happy. he was reborn as her son. not even among humans. I give you the finest food and the purest water. the mother elephant rested in the shade of a rose-apple tree and watched her son romp and frolic with the other baby elephants. The wife is gnawing at her husband's bones. killed it. eating a fish from the pond behind the house. "I adorn you with silk and jewels. then me. Then they rested in the soft muck with their trunks curled together. "May the king rejoice today as I rejoice at seeing my son again!" she said. "The king has set me free!" As he washed her eyes. she squirted him back. The enemy he killed he dandles on his lap.THE OTHER SIDE One day a young Buddhist on his journey home. "My son. He adorned him with silk and jewels and garlands of lotus flowers. Then he went roaming with the other elephants. ^Top of Page THE ELEPHANT AND HIS OLD BLIND MOTHER Long ago. "Silk and jewels. yet you do not eat or drink. Shariputra commented: "He eats his father's flesh and kicks his mother away. his mother grew older and older. the fish. he sprayed her over the top of her head and back until she shone. "First you. The man's enemy had been killed for raping the man's wife. his enemy. The young elephant plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes from the tall trees and gave them to his dear old blind mother. He was a magnificent elephant. . in the hills of the Himalayas near a lotus pool. Drawing the sparkling water up in his trunk. a miracle happened. The man's father died and was reborn as a fish in the pool. too weak to move. Then filling his trunk with water." he said. In the deep shadows of afternoon. Splish! Splash! Then they rested in the soft muck with their trunks curled together. Her sight returned. He found her by the lotus pool. But the young elephant would not eat or drink. With tears in his eyes. "Or has my son returned to me?" "It is your very own son!" he cried." The king said. The layman's mother was very attached to the house so she was reborn as the man's dog. He gave him sweet grass and juicy plums and filled his trough with pure water. but ven. came to the banks of a wide river. holding his son in his lap. He wept and wept. "First you. In the deep shadows of afternoon. can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river"? The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back. And while he grew taller and stronger. She bathed him in the cool lotus pool among the fragrant flowers. pure white with feet and face the color of coral. While he ate his father's meat. and so was beaten by her son. was sitting on his knee. I will take no food or water until I give some to her first. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him. He followed his mother everywhere. He bathed her in the cool lotus pool among the fragrant flowers. His own little son. She plucked the tenderest leaves and sweetest mangoes from the tall trees and gave them to him. you are on the other side". the dog . the young elephant guided his mother to the shade of a rose-apple tree. growing thinner each day. My blind old mother is alone in the forest with no one to care for her." THE IRONY OF SAMSARA Imagine this scene: a layman sits in front of his house. The dog is eating the fishbones and the man kicks the dog.ate the fish bones. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher. "Noble elephant. Though I may die. Drawing the sparkling water up in her trunk. then me. he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier. then me. It is not right to keep this young elephant in chains." she said. Without blinking. Samsara can be such a farce. And back and forth. One day a king was hunting and spied the beautiful white elephant.

I BOW The morning after Philip Kapleau and Professor Phillips arrived at Ryutakuji Monastery they were given a tour of the place by Abbot Soen Nakagawa. But I was in bliss. remember this. citizens and pride in one act of obeisance. you spit. While these impressive proceedings were taking place." But then. After working feverishly for a few days they built a magnificent `city´ in the dung and feeling very proud of their achievement they decided to elect the first beetle as their king. In this way it became worse and worse. and even images of the Buddha." "Doesn't this bother you when someone finds a piece of truth. It was full of fleas. The king beetle saw the elephant and angrily shouted at the huge beast. and the people there were wonderful. and it was hot. He worked himself into it and liking what he saw. You had to go half a mile down a very steep track to bring up water. city. I remember that whole place as being bathed in golden light. `Hey you! Don´t you have any respect for royalty? Don´t you know it is rude to lift your leg over my majestic head? Apologies at once or I ´ll have you punished. I humbly crave your pardon. Do you see what I mean?" Ani Tenzin Palmo. Mara's attendant asked what that was and Mara replied. was travelling through the villages of India with his attendants. lots of everything. which was very small. They all went off for a while. and burst out: "The old Chinese masters burned or spit on Buddha statues! Why do you bow down before them?" "If you want to spit. K Sri Dhammananda FINDING A PIECE OF THE TRUTH One day Mara. "A piece of truth. There I was in London. so I was covered in flea bites. he saw a man doing walking meditation whose face was lit up on wonder. It was a very holy place." From 108 Treasures for the Heart: A Guide for Daily Living by Benny Liow THE TAIL There is a story about a princess who had a small eye problem that she felt was really bad. An elephant happened to pass by and seeing the lump of cow dung he lifted his foot to avoid stepping on it. not my cave but another cave. Although from a physical point of view the situation was difficult. in order to free themselves from attachment to anything. he invited his friends to join him in building a city in it. Both Americans had been heavily influenced by tales of ancient Chinese masters who'd destroyed sacred texts. At the time she was the housekeeper for a very wealthy Canadian who lived in a luxury flat just off Hyde Park. Being the king's daughter. from "Reflections on a Mountain Lake: Teachings on Practical Buddhism' THE PROUD BEETLE IN A LUMP OF COW DUNG "There once was a beetle which came upon a lump of cow dung. I was so happy. a man arrived . they usually make a belief out of it. and that was the bed as well. "Please remember this. It was so small that you couldn't stand up in it.´ Thus saying he knelt down on the lump of cow dung and crushed king." replied the Roshi.YOU SPIT. "I prefer to bow. The man had just discovered something on the ground in front of him. by bowing and offering incense. "No. There was also almost no food at all. the Evil One. Hakuin Zenji." Ven. They were thus surprised and disturbed to find themselves being led into a ceremonial hall. When the doctors wanted to apply medicine. 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. But I was so bored! I told myself. she would invariably refuse any medical treatment and kept touching the sore spot on her eye. until finally the king proclaimed a large reward for whoever could cure his daughter. and I had the flat to myself.´ The elephant looked down and said." Mara replied. where the Roshi invited them to pay respects to a statue of the temple's founder. If you are ever tempted to think that physical comfort gives happiness. Phillips couldn't contain himself. "Right after this. another time I was staying in a cave. After some time. with a tiny box you could only just sit in. so what! The mind was happy. O Evil One?" his attendant asked. she was rather spoiled and kept crying all the time. lots of records." From: One Bird One Stone: 108 American Zen Stories by Sean Murphy HAPPINESS "Once I was staying with my mother in London. `Your most gracious majesty. Now to honour their new `king´ they organised a grand parade through their `city´. On seeing Nakagawa bow before the image.

but actually was not even a doctor. we will remain unchanged. "My wishes. Driven by impulses of desire and rejection. we will travel the roads of samsara without finding a way out. directing all her attention to detecting when the tail might appear. he exclaimed. Whatever it is. we have done this repeatedly. After he had examined her. So far. And the princess. we cannot rest. As long as attachment and aversion are our sources of living and drive us onward. which will become at least nine fathoms long. "What on earth is so serious?" He hesitated and said. The big problem is that the princess will grow a tail. by Ringu Tulku Rinpoche Previous Page | ^Top of Page | Next Page . "Oh. When the king arrived. my likes and dislikes come first!" As long as we function on this basis. he refused to tell her. We think. the eye will get better within a few days . From Daring Steps toward Fearlessness: The Three Vehicles of Buddhism. This shows how we usually react. "Tell us what is wrong. day and night. you have to tell us!" At last the doctor said. If she can detect the first moment it appears. after a few days. The doctor said. saying that he could not speak without the king's permission. I shouldn't tell you about it. what did she do? She stayed in bed. I might be able to prevent it from growing. my interests.Stories from the Heart Last updated: August 26. It may start growing very soon. "Well.that is no problem. "There is nothing much wrong with your eye. I'm so sorry!" "What is it?" the princess inquired. We focus on our little problem and it becomes the center around which everything else revolves." No matter how much she insisted. life after life." The princess was alarmed and asked.who claimed to be a famous physician. He declared that he could definitely cure the princess and was admitted to her chamber. "It is really bad. Thus." At this news everyone was deeply concerned. the doctor was still reluctant to reveal his findings. but there is something else that is really serious. Finally the king commanded. 2016 . her eye got well.