A string of wooden beadsA Story by Kazeronnie Mak
Life is a commitment. We have to take upon the karma of our preexistence and the missions in this life. Only when we benefit the people by paying a bit more, the others will suffer a bit less.......
by Buddha, which was enshrined in the temple.
The temple was guarded twenty-four hours a day in rotation by the junior monks themselves.
No one could sneak into the temple secretly.
The great master consoled them and said,
I’m willing to give it to him.’
Then, he gave them seven days for consideration.
The mutual respect and trust between the monks were gone because of the suspicion. They talked no more.
The stifling ambiance had kept on to the seventh day.
The great master said, ‘ I’m glad that you’ve convinced me of your innocence. Even the temptation of the Buddha beads can’t get you, you’re resolute enough. Alright, the practice has come to the conclusion. You can go home tomorrow, then.’
After waved farewell to the others, the great master turned to the blind monk, ‘ Why are you staying ? Did you take the Buddha beads, didn’t you ?’
The young blind monk replied, ‘ Yes, the Buddha beads had lost. The heart of Buddha is still here, but. I just come for the self-cultivation of Buddha’s heart.’
‘So, you didn’t take it. Why are you
sustaining all the suspicions ? And let everyone misunderstand you ?’
asked the great master.
The great master took the legendary Buddha beads from
his frock and put it on his neck.
He said, ‘ The Buddha beads is here !
You are the only one to comprehend the true meaning of - - - SUSTAIN ! ’
We have to take upon the
karma of our preexistence and
when we benefit the people by paying a bit more,
the others will suffer a bit less.
the responsibility to resolve the conflicts,
reduce the unnecessary disputes and the contradictions.
and have more freedom and opportunities in their entire lives.
This is the social spirit a must.
I always believe if everyone does a bit good deed,
bit by bit, we can make a harmony world.
© 2012 Kazeronnie Mak
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