Sariputra and Dog Shiet
One day, when Sariputra was meditating in the shade of the mango tree, a peasant came and started insulting him.
Sariputra was quiet, remaining calm.
- Hello, do you hear me? - the peasant said, shacking Sariputra's shoulder.
Sariputra opened his eyes.
- Buddha says that an insult looks like a dog shiet: before you throw it in someone, you have to take it in your hand. And you know, he's right, - Sariputra said and, having grabbed a big pile of dog shiet, threw it right in the peasant's face.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
