Fragrant Palm Leaves by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781946764737
Publisher: Parallax Press

Do you see? The moment appeared. The curtain was drawn back for a second, and the poet could see. The dahlia is so commonplace that most people do not truly see it. When you can hear its eternal song and see its miraculous smile, it is no longer an ordinary flower. It is an ambassador from the cosmos.

Tru Vu wrote:

The petal of a flower is made only of four elements,

but it emits a spiritual perfume.

Your eyes are made only of the four elements,

but they radiate the energy of love.

Tru Vu was expressing his sudden surprise. The moment arrived in a flash of light, and then it vanished. Being able to see just once in a lifetime is no small accomplishment. If you’ve seen once, you can see forever. The question is whether you have the determination and diligence. Many young people today feel trapped in prisons of discouragement and self-hatred. They regard reality as meaningless, and they treat themselves as despicable beings. My heart opens to them. Caught in despair, they seek liberation through destructive means. It would be wonderful if we could identify and dissolve the sources of such a dark view of life.

If you tarnish your perceptions by holding on to suffering that isn’t really there, you create even greater misunderstanding. Reality is neither pleasant nor unpleasant in and of itself. It is only pleasant or unpleasant as experienced by us, through our perceptions. This is not to deny that earthquakes, plagues, wars, old age, sickness, and death exist. But their nature is not suffering. We can limit the impact of these tragedies but never do away with them completely. That would be like wanting to have light without darkness, tallness without shortness, birth without death, one without many. One-sided perceptions like these create our world of suffering. We are like an artist who is frightened by his own drawing of a ghost. Our creations become real to us and even haunt us.

The night of November second is one I will never forget. It was a moonless, cloudless night, and the sky was filled with stars, each as bright as a child’s eyes. In fact, that was the sky in my mind. The actual night was windy and rainy. The windows in my room were shut tight, and I was unable to sleep. I had been reading Bonhoeffer’s account of his final days, and I was awakened to the starry sky that dwells in each of us. I felt a surge of joy, accompanied by the faith that I could endure even greater suffering than I thought possible. Bonhoeffer was the drop that made my cup overflow, the last link in a long chain, the breeze that nudged the ripened fruit to fall. Having experienced such a night, I will never complain about life again. My heart was overflowing with love. Courage and strength swelled in me, and I saw my mind and heart as flowers. All feelings, passions, and sufferings revealed themselves as wonders, yet I remained grounded in my body.

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