The Dharma is like an Avocado!
Some parts so ripe you can't believe it.
But it's good.
And other parts hard and green
Without much flavor,
Pleasing those who like their eggs well cooked.
And the skin is thin,
The great big round seed
In the middle,
Is our own Original Nature-
Pure and smooth,
Almost nobody ever splits it open
Or tries to see
If it will grow.
Hard and slippery,
It looks like Your should plant it - but then
It shoots out thru the
fingers-
gets away.
1 comment:
Thanks for posting this. I've known this poem for years and go back to it now and then. Just stumbled here from a google search. Such a great metaphor, his avocado seed... yet:
Almost nobody ever splits it open
Or tries to see
If it will grow.
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