
The Empty Boat — On Anger and the Stories We Tell
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.
Whatever comes to mind. Sometimes a story I read, sometimes something that came to me while holding my mala beads.

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.

A blind man wanted to do one small thing — thread a needle. He asked for help, and the Buddha threaded it for him himself. In this quiet story lies the courage to accept help.

Today I came across an old book with a dried bodhi leaf tucked between the pages. It reminded me of a story from 2,500 years ago—a mother who lost her child, and the Buddha who asked her to find a mustard seed from a home untouched by death.

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.