Flute

In the stillness of the night someone is playing on a flute. The moonlight appears to have frozen. This cold, solitary night, and the notes of the flute coming from far away sweet as a dream – all this is unbelievably beautiful.

How much nectar can a hollow bamboo shower!

Life too is like a flute – empty and void in itself, but at the same time having a limitless capacity for melodious notes. But all depends on the player.

Life becomes what one makes of it; it is one’s own creation. It is merely an opportunity. What type of song one wants to sing is entirely one’s own decision. This is the dignity of man, that he is free to sing songs of both heaven and hell.

Everyone can create divine notes on his flute; it is only a matter of practicing a bit with the fingers. A little practice and the attainment is immense. The empire of infinite bliss is attained without doing anything.

I wish to say to each and every heart, “Take up your flute. The time is going fast. See that the opportunity to sing the song does not slip by. Before the curtain falls you have to sing your life’s song.”

Excerpted From Seeds Of Wisdom CH: 2

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