The beggar knelt. “Master, a pig does not know it is called a pig. But a man who calls another buta no gotoki — he forgets that even pigs have the Buddha-nature. Mud is not a curse. It is where lotus roots grow.”
He entered the master’s room, carrying a bowl of broth made from muddy yams. buta no gotoki
Sesshin stared at him. “Why help me? I called you worse than a pig.” The beggar knelt
From that day, he never again called any living thing buta no gotoki — except himself, with a smile, when pride whispered in his ear. The beggar knelt. “Master
