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Taweret@timeloop.cafe ("4 8 15 16 23 42") wrote:
big bird: Mr. Buddha? is it true there's no such thing as me?
the buddha: There is a you, Big Bird. but not the kind you can hold in your hand
big bird: but I have a name. and feathers. and friends. Isn’t that me?
the buddha:those are parts of you. But they are always changing, aren’t they?
big bird: I guess so. my feathers fall out, and I get taller, and sometimes I even feel different inside
the buddha: That’s right. You are like a song, Big Bird, not a thing, but something happening
big bird: But if I’m just a song, what keeps me from disappearing?
the buddha: The love you give. teh kindness you carry. The way you make others smile. That’s the part that echoes
big bird: So I don’t have to hold onto 'me' so tightly?
the buddha: No. You are still here, even when you let go
big bird: Like a feather on the wind?
the buddha: Exactly.
big bird: I think I’ll go sing with my friends now
the buddha: And the song will go on