when buddha was fresh and mint toothpaste bragadocious
emerged from the bodhily cocoon of his rebirth
a man recently disappearing and recently appearing and babbling about the middle
way the helpful way the just right way and the just and right way he was all telling stories
back and forth and all around to the five first disciples and uksha
who just cracked up laughing
leaving to walk in the woods a man of much
credulity with places
to be
and one of the stories was kind of like there was a calf and an eagle
fierce and the calf was sort of fat fat
fat for the eagle to take the way it looked in the leather suit the eagle thought and
it was anyway walking on the cliff so free so jauntily a prancing calf and
wanting to stay up past its bedtime and so the eagle
being the eagle
and not talking to others about what it meant to be
what it was swooped and grabbed the calf
but it couldnt lift its weight
so the calf laughed tried to run away
because the eagles talons hurt even though it was laughing but it couldn’t
get away the flapping was so immense
so the calf said if you had discovered me
in my native surroundings this would never have happened
and the eagle said fine go and let go the calf trotted to its field instead
of being all out and about
and the eagle swooped again and
got his talons stuck in the rope around the calves neck
and then there they were
flapping and mooing
it was a pretty painful experience for the both of them.
if only they had been mindful.
but the real moral of the story is
when the calf and eagle are joined together
no one benefits but a buddha.
