It was one of those cool, breesy afternoons which blanketed the
Crossway, a land-bridge connecting Plymouth to the West Cities such as
Torbay and Cornwall.
On one of his Transcendental Journeys the Great Zen Sage Bodhidharma
walked through its smooth and pebbly shore, taking in the Hoe's salted
scent. Then he chanced upon a Silent Figure.
It was a COMPTON - an English counterpart for a bodhisattva - an
Enlightened Being who works for the betterment of all living things.
The Compton was sitting quietly by the sea-shore, lotus-sat and
seemingly in a deep meditiative state. He would had impressed the other
tolerant passers-by, but not for the Great Zen Sage. Something tickled
him to ask about his Status.
He approached the Compton with deep respect and quietly whispered to
his ear. "What are you doing, my Good Man?"
The Compton broke his silence. "I am trying to reach Enlightenment."
SMACK! The Air around the Two suddenly caught the cracking sound
which alarmed the nearby gulls to take flight for their safety, as if warned
by an oncoming predator. But the Compton simply rubbed his nape as if a
feather flew by and tickled him.
Then he resumed his Concentration. This amused the Great Zen Sage and
inspired him to ask again. "What are you doing, my Good Man?"
Again the Compton broke his silence.
"I am trying to attain Buddhahood for the benefit of all Sentient Beings."
SMACK! And again the Air caught the surrounding crack. But just as
before, the Compton rubbed his nape seemingly unaffected by sharp pain
and focused once more.
By now the Great Zen Sage started to rub his own hand already red from
the first two attempts. He had hoped that by the third this would wake
"What are you doing, my Good Man?" He asked one more time.
The Compton, in a harrowed voice, replied from his silence.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! By now the Air sang to an almost deafening
drum. The gulls flew higher to avoid such crack from shedding their
feathers and the Hoe itself withdrew its waves from offending the Great
The Compton then stood up and finally faced Bodhidharma. He finally had
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! ARE YOU
And all of a sudden The Great Zen Sage prostrated and bowed to his