27 June 2004

(47) Peace

A crow once flew into the sky with a piece of meat in its beak. Twenty other crows set out in hot pursuit and began to attach it viciously. When the crow finally dropped the meat, its pursuers left it alone and flew off shrieking after the morsel. Said the crow, "I've lost the meat and gained the peaceful sky." Said the Master,"When my house burnt down I got the moon at night."