I killed her with laughter.
She lies dead on the floor.
For many many years
she I just tried to ignore.
She was a noisy neighbor
a Gladys Kravitz type
who took the smallest thing
and gave it biggest hype.
Then one sunny day,
I told her a joke.
It wasn’t very funny
but she began to choke.
I stood there and stared
wondering what I should do.
She made the choking sign
and I knew she was through.
I should have helped her –
this I know now –
but I was glad to be rid of her
that nosy neighbor cow.
The house she lived in
has strange new residents.
I hope to meet them
but their nose never relents.
In the middle of night
I’ll hear a freight train.
It’s charging through my bedroom!
I’m going insane!
I have been spying on them
to find out what I can do.
Then one of them came over
and started with a joke or two.
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Monday morning writing joke: “I killed her with laughter”
Photo finish Friday: “Symbolic”
Buddha on a plate.
There is a Buddhist saying that if you are a Buddhist and you are you meet Buddha on the road, kill him. This is an old koan (Buddhist parable) is attributed to Zen Master Linji, (the founder of the Rinzai sect).
It is not to be taken literally. The three elements: road, killing, and Buddha are symbolic. The road is the road the Buddhist is traveling toward enlightenment. The Buddha is whatever concept of Buddha he or she might be carrying. That concept is wrong, a false idol, if you will, and to kill it is to ditch (by the symbolic roadside) that false concept as part of the road to enlightenment.
But it does bring up an interesting corollary. To wit: if you find Buddha sitting on your plate, are you supposed to (symbolically) eat him?
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