A monk came to say good bye to Ch'an master Niaowo (Bird's Nest). He said:
-Thank you, Sir, for everything you've done for me. Now I got to go.
-Where will you go?
-Any place where I can learn Buddha dharmas.
That's right - a homeless God, rejected, despised and harassed - a stain on our feast - speaking to those who can hear, the afflicted, the homeless, the suffering, the powerful - above a world which orbits without me as one sits in judgement over ideas.