For My Sisters

Annoyed by a pesky girl, who is dancing around in circles, making donkey ears and sassy rhymes, the young monk loses his temper and pelts her with dung. The Master scolds the monk by saying, “Don’t you recognize her? She is the same little girl you pelted in a previous state of existence. And the same girl you pelted in a previous existence before that…” Then the Master bestows upon his pupil a continuous battery of lessons, hoping to hasten his path toward enlightenment.