Guest guest Posted October 6, 2000 Report Share Posted October 6, 2000 Excerpt from Soul Stories by Gary Zukav The Buddhists say there are eight winds. They are gain and loss, praise and ridicule, credit and blame, and suffering and joy. If you aren't aware of them, they will blow you away like leaves in an autumn breeze. For example, when someone praises you, and that tastes sweet, like candy in your mouth, you are being blown away by the wind of praise. One day in ancient China, a young man thought he had become enlightened. He wrote a poem to his master about how he was not blown by the eight winds. Then he sent it to his master who lived three hundred miles up the Yangtze River. When his master read the poem, he wrote "Fart, Fart" on the bottom and sent it back. The more the young man read those words, the more upset he got. At last he decided to visit his master. In those days, a three-hundred-mile trip up the Yangtze River was a very difficult journey. As soon as he arrived, he went straight to his master's temple. "Why did you write this?" he asked, bowing. "Doesn't this poem show that I am no longer blown about by the eight winds?" "You say that you are no longer blown by the eight winds," replied the master, "but two little farts blew you all the way up here." What winds are blowing you? Robert Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 6, 2000 Report Share Posted October 6, 2000 Loved it Robert! Thank you for the humor (:-). Love Harsha Skyeryder [skyeryder] Friday, October 06, 2000 12:14 PM Winds are blowing you Excerpt from Soul Stories by Gary Zukav The Buddhists say there are eight winds. They are gain and loss, praise and ridicule, credit and blame, and suffering and joy. If you aren't aware of them, they will blow you away like leaves in an autumn breeze. For example, when someone praises you, and that tastes sweet, like candy in your mouth, you are being blown away by the wind of praise. One day in ancient China, a young man thought he had become enlightened. He wrote a poem to his master about how he was not blown by the eight winds. Then he sent it to his master who lived three hundred miles up the Yangtze River. When his master read the poem, he wrote "Fart, Fart" on the bottom and sent it back. The more the young man read those words, the more upset he got. At last he decided to visit his master. In those days, a three-hundred-mile trip up the Yangtze River was a very difficult journey. As soon as he arrived, he went straight to his master's temple. "Why did you write this?" he asked, bowing. "Doesn't this poem show that I am no longer blown about by the eight winds?" "You say that you are no longer blown by the eight winds," replied the master, "but two little farts blew you all the way up here." What winds are blowing you? Robert Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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