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Buddha told a parable in a sutra:
A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger.
He fled, the tiger after him.
He fled, the tiger after him.
Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine
and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above.
Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below,
another tiger was waiting to eat him.
Only the vine sustained him.
Two mice, one white and one black,
little by little started to gnaw away the vine.
The man saw a luscious strawberry near him.
Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry
with the other. How sweet it tasted!
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from Zen Flesh Zen Bones,
compiled Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki
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