As I just hit the big 65 years of age today I'll bore you all with another story.
After all, now that I'm 65 I can claim the right to be "weird".
So here's the story.
Once there was a village that had been suffering a drought for many years.
Then one day they heard that it was due to rain that very night.
So all the villagers gathered every pail, bottle, any container that would hold water.
Some had many containers, some had few....but they all put them out for that precious water.
That very night it did rain, and in the morning each container...no matter how big or small was filled to the brim with that precious water to remove their thirst.
If you don't think that is a Dharma story let me explain.
The thirst repersents the longing for the Dharma.
The rain is the fullfilment of that Dharma.
The mercy of Buddha is illustrated by the way that, whatever the size and number of their containers, each person recieved exatly the right amount to fill each to fill their share of containers to the very brim.
Shame on you Shakyamuni for setting the precedent of leaving home.
Did you think it was not there--
in your wife's lovely face
in your baby's laughter?
Did you think you had to go elsewhere (simply) to find it?
from - Judyth Collin
The Layman's Lament
From What Book, 1998, p. 52
Edited by Gary Gach