A Buddhist parable by Fred Leeds
“Come here, Chester, Here, puppy.” He was an animal this time, one of those pug dogs that look like a human boxer, and this time his mind was completely clear. He was Buddha in dog form. “He’s quite a mug,” said Father, proudly. “Ugly and tough as a real fighter.” “But he’s just a cutie,” said Mother.
What purpose was he to serve in this embarrassed form, he wondered, curling his tail into a question mark. It was all about karma somehow, but what a predicament. How did he get to be a dog anyway?
He remembered now. “Give it to him, Gil. He’s got a knife.” He beat the stranger with a lead pipe until the stranger stabbed him in the heart, and both died. Gil was a homeless person, the hated criminal he had been.
Father threw a ball, and Chester’s chasing it now.
“Golly, what fun,” thought Chester. An image of the regal Buddha in blue – his original self – crossed his mind again, but all he could do was wag his tail and fetch the stupid ball.
“Good boy,” Chester,” said Father, pulling the ball from Chester. “See, he’s not so stupid .”
Mother just laughed. Chester found himself wagging his tail again. The Buddha in Chester was mortified, but it kept happening. Oh yeah, thought Chester. Fun game. Apparently I was put in dog form to learn how to give back to the world, thought old Gil in a clear, new thought, as Chester barked to the Buddha within.
After a lifetime of health and simple happiness, Chester gets reborn as a man again. Gil’s karma now restored through him, he assumes the form of one of our great future Presidents, President Asher. Silly? Of course. Improbable? No doubt. As the Tao Te Ching puts it, if it were not laughed at, it would not be sufficient to be Tao.
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