Then the Buddha asked Angulimala to cut off a limb from a nearby tree. When the limb was cut, the Buddha said, “Now put it back.” When Angulimala acknowledged that he was helpless to do so, the Buddha explained, “Your power is so limited, it can only destroy life. What about the power to preserve life?” Angulimala threw away his sword.
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constantflux: by Mary Oliver Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new way on the earth! That’s what it said as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished like a dream of the ocean into the branches and the grass below.
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