The Hungry Monk and the Guiding Moth (Book)

	The Hungry Monk and the Guiding Moth
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Autor:	Desconhecido.
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Localização:	Blue Valley
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You read the following. Original: The Hungry Monk and the Guiding Moth An old story from the valley talks about a hungry monk who strayed afar from the "Path of Insight and Enlightenment" to look for food. Finding a few fruits and various other food along a well-traveled road, he sat down to eat. Yet the food did not satisfy him. He decided to walk further along the road, to see if there was more fruit or whatever other tasty meal the outside world would provide. After a while he came to a cart. It was turned over and partially broken. Strange markings were written on the side and it carried various richly ornamented vessels and bags. He opened a few of the bags which were filled with corn, apples and delicious ham. He decided not to take any notes, as was customary for a monk on his pilgrimage: this discovery should be one of his own. He ate an apple, and another. Still not being satiated he finally tried the ham and it tasted bitter. He spat out the half-eaten byte he took and stumbled back over the handle of the cart. There he saw a leg under it. He raised the cart a little to reveal a travelling merchant who seems to have been killed by two arrows. Clean hits, now adorning his chest and belly. On the creaking wooden seat of the cart, the monk finds a delivery note with several crossed-out names, except for one. Who ever did this may have had an open account with this merchant and didn't take any of the food as it was clearly poisoned. Suddenly, the monk was horrified. What was he doing so far away from his path? Would he be dead if he ate any more of this? Was this the kind of thing to happen when a monk like him lost his way, even once? Just a few steps from the doomed food delivery he stood petrified, pondering his actions. After a while an even more fighting thought jumped into his mind. The road lead him quite far away from his original path and the sun's final beams had almost died down. Where to go now, was it even worth it anymore? Has he failed and was the end of this day also the end of his pilgrimage? He was suddenly aware that every other shrine he would visit after this would feel like a betrayal of either himself, or the other monks in the valley. What was he even doing this for and why continue after all. He sank on his knees, crying. After a while he felt a slight tickle along his neck. That must be the poison he thought, the solution to his problem had already introduced itself it seemed. He turned his head and a moth was flying around in the twilight. It was strangely determined and flew towards something he could not determine yet. Not having been condemned by the universe just yet, he decided to get up and follow the flight of the moth. Taking a few bends and turns he made out a small flickering light in the distance. As he came closer, he almost lost the moth but surely it must have flewn in that direction. He reached a candle, carefully placed and only recently lighted, burning firmly in the middle the darkness that has long swallowed the roads. The moth sat next to it on a stone. It belonged to a shrine, one of the hidden shrines he aimed to visit on his journey. The moth was drawn by the light as the monk should be drawn by the bright glow of insight into life's ever winding lanes. His purpose crystal-clear again and is mind set on the path in full once more, he sighed in relief. The unforgiving chain of difficult choices, regretful mistakes and sparse delight that is life has to be experienced and felt, its many paths traveled. This is the purpose of the monk's pilgrimage.     Você lê o seguinte. Tradução: