On the way of my favorite cycling course, this lake lies quietly. It is a small lake called Beaver Lake and its surface is covered with numerous lotus leaves. Several ducks are swimming, eating, and resting. I often stop at a bench on the lakeside and take a rest sitting or lying on it. Squirrels sometime come to me expecting something to eat. In Buddhism, the paradise is described just like this; birds are singing on the pond covered with lotus leaves on which Buddha is sitting and meditating. I think this place is literally a paradise except that I'm not Buddha.
On the route of my favorite cycling course, this lake lies quietly by the track. It is a small lake called Beaver Lake and its surface is covered with numerous lotus leaves. Several ducks are swimming, eating, and resting. I often stop at a bench on the lakeside and take a rest sitting or lying on it. Squirrels sometime come to me expecting something to eat. In Buddhism, paradise is described just like this; birds are singing on the pond covered with lotus leaves on which Buddha is sitting and meditating. I think this place is literally a paradise except that I'm not Buddha.
Posted by: Corrector | June 25, 2005 at 01:56 AM