In the Buddhist temple I stood before a statue of the bodhisattva, Kuanyin. Looking up from my place, I saw that I stood in the very spot where her gaze was falling. I abruptly left the temple.
A friend tugged my sleeve and said, “Why are you fleeing from a statue?”
I said, “When the eyes of heaven are upon you, how can you conceal your shame?”
The one who truly knows himself
Will not befoul the Houri’s skirt
By clinging to her hem.
The punishment of fire
Is his rightful place.
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