Corey  Leadbeater

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What is your favorite parable?

This is for pure enjoyment:
1) Please share your favorite parable, koan, fable, etc.
2) Please give a brief synopsis of the underlying lesson at the end.

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    Jul 21 2011: I can't recall a short story but I have some verses in Sanskrit with heavy symbolism:

    1) "There's a she-goat colored white, black and red. She has several identical kids. One he-goat being very affectionate lies down by her side , while another he-goat having enjoyed her company bids farewell." There's a pun on the word goat, because in Sanskrit, the word for "goat" also means "unborn".

    2) Four are his horns, three feet he has, two heads, and seven arms. Bound in three places, the great bull bellows. He has entered into the mortal world.

    3) Two birds of beautiful feathers, very attached and close friends perch on the same tree. One of them eats the sweet and bitter fruits of the tree, while the other one looks on, not eating.

    4) Seven horses are yoked into this chariot with only one wheel. But the chariot is drawn by only one horse calling himself by the seven names. The single wheel has 3 hubs (!!!), and on it all these creatures sit.

    I have tried to limit myself to the ones that have a more universally understood symbolism. There are hundreds of others that use symbols that are culture-specific and would need lot more elaboration.
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    Jul 19 2011: There is this one great river that we are all traversing. Sometimes we think we're the only one rightly traveling in this great river as we seem to be comfortably riding our boat, but when we rise up and look around this river, there are other boats journeying.

    This great river is the fundamental unity of our beliefs, cultures and convictions.
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    Jul 18 2011: When the nun Chiyono studied Zen under Bukko of Engaku she was unable to attain the fruits of meditation for a long time.

    At last one moonlit night she was carrying water in an old pail bound with bamboo. The bamboo broke and the bottom fell out of the pail, and at that moment Chiyono was set free!

    In commemoration, she wrote a poem:

    In this way and that I tried to save the old pail

    Since the bamboo strip was weakening and about

    to break

    Until at last the bottom fell out.

    No more water in the pail!

    No more moon in the water!