It is said that on one occasion, the Blessed One was residing near Sāvatthī, in the tranquil setting of Jeta’s Grove, within the monastery of the great lay disciple, Anāthapiṇḍika. The grove, known for its serene beauty, was a place where the gentle rustling of leaves harmonized with the distant murmurs of disciples in meditation. The air was cool and carried the faint fragrance of blossoming trees, as birds nestled into their branches, signaling the arrival of dusk.
That afternoon, Venerable Ānanda, after emerging from his period of solitary contemplation, felt a stirring within his heart—an inquiry that had long lingered in his mind. With reverence, he made his way toward the Blessed One, his robes flowing gently with each step. Approaching the Master, he bowed deeply, touching his forehead to the ground, before sitting respectfully to one side.
After a brief silence, he spoke. “It is truly astonishing, Blessed One,” he began, his voice carrying both wonder and solemnity. “It is beyond ordinary understanding how brief the life of your noble mother was. Just seven days after giving birth to you, she departed from this world and was reborn among the Contented (Tusita) devas. Such a profound event—one might wonder, why must it always be so?”
The Blessed One, seated in perfect stillness, his presence like the steady glow of a lamp in the darkness, turned his gaze toward Ānanda. A gentle smile played upon his lips, filled with both compassion and wisdom. “That is the way of things, Ānanda,” he replied with serene certainty. “It has been so for all bodhisattas. Seven days after giving birth, their mothers depart from this world and reappear among the Contented devas. This is not by chance, nor is it unjust—it is simply the unfolding of causes and conditions, bound to the nature of existence itself.”
Hearing this, Ānanda lowered his gaze, reflecting deeply. The inevitability of impermanence was a truth he had long understood, yet there was something profoundly moving about the fate of the Blessed One’s mother. She had carried the future Buddha within her, borne him into the world, and yet was granted only the briefest of moments to gaze upon her child before departing. What a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of life!
Sensing the unspoken thoughts in Ānanda’s heart, the Blessed One continued, his voice steady and clear. “Ānanda, all that arises is bound to pass away. This truth is not new, nor is it sorrowful—it is simply the nature of all things. The wise do not grieve over what must change, but rather, they come to understand it, to see it as it truly is. Just as a river flows ever onward, never pausing for even a moment, so too does life, moving ceaselessly from birth to death, from form to formlessness.”
Ānanda listened intently, his heart absorbing the words like parched earth drinking the first drops of rain. The Blessed One’s wisdom was not meant to bring sorrow but liberation—an awakening to the truth that, when seen clearly, freed one from suffering.
Then, in that sacred moment, the Blessed One uttered verses that carried the weight of countless eons of wisdom:
All who have come to be,
And all who are yet to come,
Shall one day depart,
Leaving the body behind.
As a traveler moves from one land to the next,
So too does the being journey on,
Carrying only the weight of their deeds.
The wise, knowing this truth,
Understanding the fleeting nature of all things,
Should live the holy life
With diligence and unwavering resolve.
As these words were spoken, a deep stillness settled over the grove, as though nature itself had paused to listen. The trees swayed gently in the evening breeze, their leaves whispering secrets to one another, as if in agreement with the wisdom that had just been revealed.
Ānanda bowed his head once more, his heart filled with both reverence and renewed understanding. In that moment, he saw more clearly than before—the path laid out by the Blessed One was not one of despair but of awakening, not of loss but of liberation. Impermanence was not to be feared, for it was the very nature of existence. To grasp this truth was to be free from suffering, to walk the noble path with clarity and purpose.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the monastery grounds, the Blessed One remained in serene meditation, embodying the very truth he had spoken. His presence was like the still ocean—deep, vast, and unshaken by the passing winds of change.
And those who listened, those who truly understood, carried his words in their hearts like a lamp in the darkness, guiding them ever forward on the path to awakening.
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