Once, I sat in the park by a lovely blossoming tree, looking for some peace of mind.
I kept looking at the tree, hoping the desired feeling would come as it normally does when something as beautiful stands before me. Not this time, though.
Intellectually, I knew the peace was right there, embodied in this beautiful tree, but the feeling wouldn’t come.
As I sat there bewildered, a monk was walking down the path, cozily wrapped in his brown robes.
He stopped by the beautiful blossoming tree and simply stood there, looking.
And as I watched the monk looking at the tree, I suddenly got it.
The desired feeling of peacefulness slowly but surely filled me from head to toe, and I felt immensely relieved.
After a little while the monk continued down his path, and as he was walking away I wanted to run there and hug him for becoming the missing link between me and the beautiful blossoming tree—a link that is so very necessary for the peace to happen.
Peace to all.
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