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[ Dhamma Talk ]
When I, Beggar's, was yet a Bodhisattva,
Not yet fully awakened,
The reflection came to me:
"Being transcient themselves, beings pursue the transient;
because of that they do not escape their transcience;
How about if I, being transient, pursued the non-transient?"
And this was the path I chose.
Gotama, The Buddha (paraphrase)
The Blue-Jays[1] have been going at it for days now. All day long back and forth half a dozen of them awk! awk! awk! At first I thought I remembered that this is what they do when a cat gets one of their number, but that wasn't it this time. Finally My Father[2], son of the son of My Father, the Jay that ate from my hand and sat on my hat, told me the scoop: A Female Jay of extraordinary beauty had been born into this family of Jays, and she has come of age and is being courted like none before her in memory.
I look. I must honestly say I cannot distinguish her from any of the other Jays. In fact, the only way I recognize My Father is by the way he comes up to me and talks and gives me that look that says: "Now where, I wonder, is that cashew I know he is hiding?" and by the way he holds up one leg any time he rests...his father's father, My Father, lost one leg to a cat.
Entrants in a Beauty Pagent in my Grandfather's day.
[2]PS: This J had an unfortunately short lifespan due to having been had for dinner by Mara's Daughters.
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