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The Middle Path of Buddha

. Down To his bare Bones. He was A walking skeleton Weeks before He became BUDDHA GYANI Under a tree He rested his frail body like A ghost spirit A queen use to worship that tree She would light a lamp to the spirit She wanted a son. She was Sujata A frail man under that very tree Skeletal, was noticed by her maid Ladies thought it was the spirit God Sujata with her maid went upto him She must have lit a lamp as a ritual She also offered some cooked food A rice pudding cooked in milk- Kheer Food it was Along with that Sujata murmured Her immortal words - “Stretch not the strings Of the Veena that they may snap; If they are kept loose; You can not play your song”. The penultimate stop on the path of Buddha It was an event that made the man A Gyani Love, foundation of Buddha’s ‘ Middle Path’ All of his life and even in his passing Buddha never separated from Sujata .

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