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Thursday, May 3, 2007

Butterschotch Koan

The Buddha stands at a local bus stop.
An old woman beside him waits to use the cross walk
while eating butterscotch candies.
She extends her hand to offer a morsel.
Buddha reaches for the yellow plastic-wrapped treat,
but she kicks him into the road just as the bus arrives.
Now, with no ticket, no candy, and no handrails,
the bus starts moving her,
and the Buddha drives the bus away.

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