*this is obviously not real. this is a fictional story with some elements of the Buddhas life. enjoy
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A lake. reflecting the trees around it in all of their glory. A man approached the lake, seeking the turth of the world. He is not ling exposed to the world, only recently awaking from a thousand year slumber. He sees the lake from a distance, noticing the trees reflecting it it. He is hesitant as he approaches, not knowing if what he sees in the lake is real. Standing on the bank, he decides the only way to find out is to jump in. As he does, re has a realization. The reflections in the water were just that. reflections. The true nature of the water, the cool, calm, stillness, had been hidden. The mind, he thought, is clouded with ignorance, just as the lake is clouded with reflections. Water, left alone without any movement or reflection, only reflects off of itself. The same is with the mind. he felt a moment of peace was over him. As he got out of the water, he wondered if he could make that feeling of peace last. He found a tree, and sat under it. as he began meditating, a flower petal fell. he watched it fall, when it hit the waters surface, he had another realization. when events fall into our lives, like flowers falling into water, ripples occur. emotions run through our head like water. but in the center, where the flower fell, it was still. the water passed through it. he wondered how he could learn to "live in the center" like the flower did. after searching, he found a way. Right View, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Intention, Right Mindfulness, Right effort, and Right effort. He gathered many, and told them this : life contains suffering. Suffering has a cause, and it can be known. But it can end. and it ends when you live in the center.
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With love, Jen
I liked the story.
Isn't the center the exact place where we are? Or do we need to go there? If we need to go there, who is going there?
I am.