Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
In the end it is nothing other than the loving kindness with which the woman cares for her child that makes the difference. Her concern concentrates on one thing just like the Buddhist practice of concentration. She thinks of nothing but her child, which is similar to Buddhist compassion. That must be why, although she created no other causes to bring about it, she was reborn in the Brahma heaven.
Interpretation
A mother's unconditional love and care for her child is the essence of compassion and leads to spiritual reward.
This quote emphasizes the profound importance of a mother's love and devotion to her child, portraying it as a pure form of compassion. It draws parallels between the focused care of a mother and the principles of Buddhist concentration and compassion, suggesting that such selfless love is spiritually uplifting and can lead to positive rebirths or outcomes.
In practice
This quote would be perfect in a Mother's Day speech celebrating the bond between mothers and children.
Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
A kind man who makes good use of wealth is rightly said to possess a great treasure; but the miser who hoards up his riches will have no profit.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
Make an island of yourself, make yourself your refuge; there is no other refuge. Make truth your island, make truth your refuge; there is no other refuge.
When a wise man is advised of his errors, he will reflect on and improve his conduct. When his misconduct is pointed out, a foolish man will not only disregard the advice but rather repeat the same error.
The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood.
To love with the spirit is to pity, and he who pities most loves most.
Remember. The way you make love is the way God will be with you.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.
Where shall the lover rest,_x000D_ _x000D_ Whom the fates sever_x000D_ _x000D_ From his true maiden's breast,_x000D_ _x000D_ Parted for ever?_x000D_ _x000D_ Where, through groves deep and high,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sounds the far billow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Where early violets die,_x000D_ _x000D_ Under the willow.
There’s a ghost of a dream that you don’t even try to shake free off because you’re too in love with the way she haunts you.
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