The Sutra of the Austere Dead
There was a Corpse.
He was not a handsome Corpse.
His many detractors reminded him frequently.
His words were not eloquent.
He was much ridiculed for this as well.
It got so bad that they eventually began striking the Corpse.
This Corpse was constantly assailed on all sides.
So much for the kindness of others!
Yet the Corpse never let their words hurt him, he never showed any dismay,
He remained with the same serene expression.
"Even pain dies," He knew.
He was not a handsome Corpse.
His many detractors reminded him frequently.
His words were not eloquent.
He was much ridiculed for this as well.
It got so bad that they eventually began striking the Corpse.
This Corpse was constantly assailed on all sides.
So much for the kindness of others!
Yet the Corpse never let their words hurt him, he never showed any dismay,
He remained with the same serene expression.
"Even pain dies," He knew.