286-What remains is only the tea- Buddhism in daily life

What remains is only the tea

In a beautiful monastery once lived an "enlightened" monk, he had followed the historical Buddha and also "awakened". His disciples loved him, his wisdom was comprehensive, his teaching inspiring, his personality was unique in his circle of earth.

Among his followers was a young man of good looks, excellent education, from a good house, who also wanted to become a monk, living in the temple to learn the higher ordinances from his master, his desire was to learn.

One fine day, the monk sent the disciple to the city to buy new tea, the young man set out. When he arrived at the market, he met a beautiful woman, and they instantly fell in love.

The student went back to the temple, explained his situation to the master, the white man smiled and let him go.

The young couple married quickly, built a house by the river, had many children, life was beautiful, the harvest abundant, the fish from the river helped them to modest prosperity.

But one day their land was flooded, the village sank in the floods, the water rose higher and higher, the family climbed onto the roof, but the storm became stronger and stronger, whole trees floated on the water, and one brought the house down. First one child disappeared in the water, then the other, the husband tried to hold the children, to protect them, but everything was in vain. Finally, his wife was also washed away. The river, which had nourished them for so long, took away all his loved ones in a short time. He managed to save himself on a hill, desperate and full of grief he lamented the death in his family.

Then a figure from the shadows approached him, it was his old master.

He asked him: "Where is my tea, you have been gone so long"?

A sad story, but also full of consolation!

After a catastrophe there is only one possible way: "The return to life"!

No matter what happens, who we lose, no matter what happens, the earth continues to turn. According to Buddha, clinging, wanting, desiring is the cause of all suffering.

I especially like to drink Chinese Wu Long tea, when I am thoughtful all the better.

A murder may be forgiven, a rudeness over tea never.

- from China -

Waiter, if this is coffee, bring me tea, but if this is tea, bring me coffee.

- Abraham Lincoln - 16th President of the United States of America - 1809 to 1865

One drinks tea to forget the noise of the world

- T'ien Yiheng - Chinese scholar - 1491 to 1570

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