The Buddha taught everywhere he went. But one day he was talking  on a  village place, a man came for listening in the crowd. The auditor soon began to boil from envy and rage. Was that can take over, he yelled insults. The Buddha remained impassive. The man left threatening instead.
As it progressed along the rice paddies with large strides anger calm down. In him he felt that his anger was born of jealousy and had insulted a sage. He felt so uncomfortable that he retrace his one steps , decided to apologize to Buddha.
When he was close enough, he prostrated himself begging the Buddha forgive him for the violence of his words and indecency of his thought. The Buddha full of compassion  helped him up;
No, I have nothing to forgive you, I have received neither violence nor indecency.
- I have yet uttered insults and  serious remarks.
- What do you do if someone hands you something you do not use, or you do not wish to take.
- I do not hold out, I do not take it well.
- What does the donor
- Well, what can be done, it keeps its purpose.
- This is probably why you seem to suffer insults and remarks  that you have uttered. As for me I have not been overwhelmed. The violence that you gave, there was nobody to take it.

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Souriants, à moitié enlacés,
nous essayons de trouver l'harmonie,
bien que nous soyons aussi différents
que deux gouttes d'eau claire.

With smiles and kisses, we prefer

to seek accord beneath our star,

although we're different (we concur)

just as two drops of water are.

(Transl. by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh)

Leende, halvt famnande varandra,

söker vi finna ut harmonin,

trots att vi är varandra olika

som två droppar klart vatten.

Wislawa Szymborska

(prix Nobel de Littérature 1996)