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OFFERINGS
Prince Goutom was brought up in immense luxury without any
knowledge of distress. As a young chap at the age of sixteen for the first
time he was out of the palace. He realized the ruthless reality of life
associated with misery, poverty, ailments, senile decay ending in death.
He left the palace in search of peace and ultimate insight and
introspection to guide life. Through sufferings and devoted meditation,
he was enlightened with ethereal rays of eternity.
prince turned Lord Biddha
reverential preacher
of divine wisdom.
A florist was selling flowers on roadside. Among varieties of flowers, there
was only one abloom Lotus, rare in that season. So, he put a high price tag
for the Lotus. Everybody was eager to buy that unique flower
special lotus
a rare bloom in the season
allured each buyer.
The florist noticed crowd of populace walking on the road. Being inquisitive,
he came to know that Lord Buddha has come this place. Everybody is
rushing to visit Him with flower. Two kings from different states are also
passing. Both stopped and wished to buy the unique lotus. As one was
ready to buy the flower at high price, the other offered to pay more.
So, the price of flower was rising higher. The florist was puzzled and
refused to sell the flower. He decided to sell the flower directly to Lord
Buddha to get maximum price.
florist was tempted
apprehending highest gain
to sell to great saint.
Florist started to walk with the public to meet Lord Buddha. He reached to
see the pristine persona. He listened to his messages and was whelmed
and mesmerized as he looked at the tranquil face of the sage. Florist
approached and bowed to Lord Buddha and then offered the peerless
lotus. Lord Buddha said, ’Dear, how can I pay for this wonderful blossom?’
Florist again bowed and told ‘I wish a wisp of dust from your feet as token
of your blessing.’
veneration to
wise sacred sagacious
sublime supreme soul.
08/29/20
Note. To honor Lord Buddha, I can't use lower cases to write His name.
'Let The Pens Flow' Contest by Jenish Somadas
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2020
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