Just recently i walked along with my son to a nearby cycle repair shop for having his cycle repaired . Adjacent to the shop was a chicken cage with many chickens having their own families , friends , and little ones hopping about . There was fresh water and grains that they happily fed on .
i asked my little boy what was similar to what he saw in the cage and our living . He thought for a moment , and said that the chickens were to be slaughtered and stopped short soon after .
Our minds and bodies are like the chicken cage , the sensual past times that we delight in are like the grains and water that the chickens peck on , fattening themselves up, to be ripe for the plucking and killing .
Nature mirrors suffering so well ,whether its a falling leaf , the annica within or chickens hung down by the sides of a bicycle carrier , being taken to the slaughter . Yet the misery of life , the suffering of living gets painted by euphemistic words of jargon . Many resort to the shades of logic saying , the cycle of death and living is but a necessary part of living to pave way for the new .
All excuses fall short when death does strike on our doors........
The Path of Dhamma
The path of Dhamma is no picnic . It is a strenuous march steeply up the hill . If all the comrades desert you , Walk alone ! Walk alone ! with all the Thrill !!
U S.N. Goenka