On one occasion, the Buddha said to the monks this:
"No other form do I know, O monks, that so persists in obsessing the mind of a man as the form of a woman. The form of a woman persists in obsessing the mind of a man.
Posted on Aug.18.2007 @ 11:41AM EDTby______
perching on an apple tree branch, a pair looking into the house through my window I wave looking back bob bob bob their little cherub heads and kiss kiss nibble their beaks, one flies down to the birdbath and gently walks on water stops and head down for long deep draughts down a beautiful throbbing throat while his lover looks on proudly from her branch irridescent feathers gleam at the back of my eyes and chickens stop to look and we all drink