
You Are Not the Fish: Standing on the Bridge Over the Hao River
Zhuangzi said the fish were happy. Huizi said you are not a fish. Standing on the bridge, I finally understood: between compassion and wisdom, there is a bridge.
Whatever comes to mind. Sometimes a story I read, sometimes something that came to me while holding my mala beads.

Zhuangzi said the fish were happy. Huizi said you are not a fish. Standing on the bridge, I finally understood: between compassion and wisdom, there is a bridge.

A demon named Joy who ate other people's children to feed her own. The Buddha didn't fight her - he just let her feel that pain herself. A story about how wide our love can be.

When someone came to insult the Buddha, he simply refused the gift. A story about anger, response, and inner freedom.

When someone came to insult the Buddha, he simply refused the gift. A story about anger, response, and inner freedom.

In the Tang Dynasty winter, Zen master Danxia chopped a wooden Buddha for firewood. The abbot shook with anger, but Danxia said he was burning it to get the relics. This is not sacrilege but a question about attachment and freedom.

The Tang poet Bai Juyi visited a Zen master who lived in a tree. The master said the tree was safe — it was Bai Juyi who was in danger. A truth a three-year-old can speak, but an eighty-year-old cannot live.

This morning I almost got hit, and then I thought of Zhuangzi's empty boat. All my anger was built on the assumption that there was someone on the other side.

The most famous parable from the Lotus Sutra—a burning mansion, children oblivious to danger, and a father who uses skillful means to save them. This 2,500-year-old story reveals the nature of our delusion in the Three Realms and the path toward liberation.