The Buddha sits in a downtown bar on a warm night. He’s the Buddha only because everyone is the Buddha — but they don’t know it and he does, so he’s the Tathagata, the Arhan, the Fully-Enlightened One, while they dwell in Samsara and are angry and drink too much.

A woman comes into the bar. Every man in the room wants her, and they suffer because they don’t think they can have her. The Buddha doesn’t suffer; he already has her, even though he hasn’t even talked to her and doesn’t care if he ever does. He has everything because he clings to nothing. He wants the woman, but he enjoys the wanting and he doesn’t care about the outcome. He walks outside, laughing. The moon shines on his shaved head, and his shaved head shines on the moon.

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