
Every night she ate her
fruitcake and I salivated. I
paid over & over again for
the fruitcake I stole from a
roommate in college — one thin
slice every day.
Koan: Master Ungo once was at Ryumon (Dragon’s gate) temple. One day a monk was bitten in his leg by a snake. Butsugen, one of the monks, a...
1 comment:
No one really eats fruitcake, they are passed from hand to hand in an endless cycle of regifting. H.
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