Читать книгу Garland of the Buddha's Past Lives (Volume 2) - Aryashura - Страница 68

It was the season when young geese take flight. And so it was that a pair of geese from that flock set out from Lake Manasa, wandering through regions that were bright with the serenity of autumn, until gradually they reached the land of King Brahma·datta. There they saw the lake, blazing with blooming lotuses and smiling with open waterlilies. Resounding with the racket of flocks of birds, the lake buzzed noisily with swarms of bees. Soft, soothing and cool breezes busied themselves by forming garlands of ripples, wafting the fragrance of lotus and lily pollen.

Even though they were accustomed to Lake Manasa, the two geese were filled with great wonder when they saw the intensely captivating glory of the lake. Remembering their flock, it occurred to them that the other geese should also go there.

When people find

a pleasure to share,

affection first usually turns

their thoughts to friends.

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The pair of geese stayed at the lake, enjoying themselves as they pleased until the monsoon arrived. That is the season when cloud masses advance like demonic armies, their darkness not so thick that it cannot be cut by the sword slashes of quivering lightning bolts. It is the season when colorful flocks of peacocks dance with continuous piercing cries as if praising the triumph of the clouds, glorious as they open their fan of feathers and accompanied by the chatter of smaller birds. It is the time when soothing breezes ________