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Taking Care of Business

By C. Rommial ButlerPublished 23 days ago Updated 23 days ago 2 min read
Bachman Turner Overdrive, "Taking Care of Business". I also love to work at nothing all day...

“Buddha, what do you mean when you state that desire is the cause of suffering?” the Poet asked.

“I mean to indicate not only one’s own desire, but also that of others. One can remove oneself from the world but still be a vital part of it in ways that others will not understand until they do the same… and it is okay if they never do!

Let them live, for are we not living? Let them die believing what they will, for will we not also die?

True compassion lies not in meddling in the business of others but in attending to our own.”

With that, Buddha took the final stone. A curious rock. Blood-spattered. Wrapped in chains. He regarded it with his knowing smile and tossed it to the Poet.

“You throw this one, and make a wish,” Buddha said.

“Will it come true?” asked the Poet.

“It doesn’t matter,” replied Buddha, “so long as you wish with a pure heart.”

“But isn’t that desire?” The Poet was confused but delighted by the possibility of catching the Buddha in a technicality.

“Of course not, young ward, for a pure heart wishes things as they are, not as it desires them to be.”

The Buddha’s knowing smile was contagious. The Poet laughed and beheld the stone. The blood was gone. The chains were gone. In his hands he held a jewel of indescribable, incomparable beauty.

Into the Abyss it went, rolling over and over forever, sparkling in the light of their smiles, a sun that gave warmth and hope to all.

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Rommentary:

This should be the final piece in my Buddha and the Poet trilogy. Here are the first two:

And here is a stand-alone "Untold Tale of the Buddha":

As to whether there will be more on the illustrious, illusive, and elusive figure, I cannot say, but it seems Buddha has reached the Poet and disavowed him of his melancholy nature, at the very least. Nevertheless, Sorrow remains one of the many colors on the Poet's Pallette, and must certainly recur from time to time in his endless discourse...

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C. Rommial Butler

C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.

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Comments (5)

  • JBaz23 days ago

    Some things that should be an everyday way of life seems so out of reach. And we wonder why things are the way they are.

  • Lamar Wiggins23 days ago

    Nice! I can only imagine the positive progress one could make being a personal student of Buddha. I would definitely sign up.

  • Margaret Brennan23 days ago

    What a wonderful story. Makes you realize how some mindless some wishes can be even when we think they are not. These are definitely words of wisdom.

  • Sasi Kala23 days ago

    The interplay between Buddha and the Poet creates a dynamic exploration of these ideas. Nice!

  • Rachel Deeming23 days ago

    I need to read the others. Life throws strange shapes, Rommi. I work for a company whose acronym is TCOB so I was startled when I saw the title of this piece! This bears no resemblance to that though in any way shape of form and the connectedness ends there with me. I am the Lego brick that connects Buddha and boilers.

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