Wednesday, February 4, 2009

On suffering and chicken turds

Really, someone who suffers when living alone is foolish. Someone who suffers when living with others is foolish. It's like chicken turds: if you carry them around by yourself, they stink. If you keep them when you're among others, they stink. You carry the rotten things with you.

Ajahn Chah


  1. Bullshit (or chicken) is beautiful.
    It makes the flowers grow.

    To answer your question: I ate the alien. With fava beans and a nice chianti.

  2. "Chicken turds will make you free..."

    The thangka looks great,
    gambatte kudasai!


  3. Two comments to this post about turds. And both from zen monks. There must be a koan in here somewhere.