The magic garden story1/1/2023 Although it leads to the goal more quickly, it is dangerous and arduous. Believe it or not, it is other is easier to follow the crooked path eventually it leads one onto the straight way and to the city we seek. “There are two paths to choose from one is straight, but the other is somewhat tortuous. “My friends, my travelling companions!” he begins. Before they depart, the merchant describes to them the conditions of the road that they must travel. He announces to all and sundry, “ I seek someone to accompany me to the city such and such I will make sure that no harm befalls him on the journey, as long as he follows my advice.” When they hear this announcement many merchants hasten to join him. Imagine there was a merchant, who wanted to go from one city to another. Let me use the forest that exists in nature as a parable to teach you of that other, equally treacherous forest. There are two forests one is the forest that exists outside us, the tangle of our thoughts and desires. She currently edits the Journal of Indian Philosophy and continues to work on traditional and modern India literature.īlessed One, how can I make my way safely through the forest that is the cycle of rebirths? And once I cross the forest, where will I be?’ The monk replied, ‘Listen. She has also translated a collection of short stories by Bihutibhushan Bandopadhyaya from Bengali to English. In 1992 she published Speaking of Monks: Religious Biography in India and China, co-authored with her husband Koichi Shinohara (Mosaic Press). She has written extensively on Jain literature, particularly Jain religious biographies. Her first book, Philosophy and Argument in Late Vedanta: Sri Harsa’s Khandanakhandakhadya, was first published by D. She teaches Sanskrit and Indian Religions at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario. D from Harvard University in Sanskrit and Indian Studies and Fine Arts in 1973. In her Introduction, she discusses Jain doctrine and belief, the Jains’ preservation of medieval Indian stories, and the themes and sources of individual tales. Phyllis Granoff’s translation preserves the flavour of the original tales. The volume ends with an account of vice and virtue, which depicts the thieving and destructive passions lurking in the forest of life, ready to rob the unsuspecting traveller of reason and virtue. Here are stories depicting the painful consequences when a loved one chooses life as a monk, the triumph of Jain women who win over their husbands to their religion, or the rewards of a simple act of piety. They describe the ways in which a path to peace and bliss can be found, either by renouncing the world or by following Jain ethics of non-violence, honesty, moderation and fidelity. The stories collected in this volume reflect the rich tradition of medieval Jain storytelling between the seventh and fifteenth centuries, form simple folk tales and lives of famous monks to sophisticated narratives of rebirth. I came out into my bedroom smiling.‘The affection of a good person is like an elderlyman. Then I entered the maze, following the little voice in my head. Finally we came out to find an entry into the maze. "Which one is the one that leads me to my house, 271 Thomas Street?" I asked. "There are several ways into this maze" said the dwarf in his small, squeaky voice. Finally a dwarf wandered up to me and said in a squeaky voice. I found the maze but no entry into it.įor a long time I wandered around trying to find the entry into the maze. I played for hours.Īfter a while I decided to go back. Some flowers had lollipops sticking out of them. Sunlight came pouring down onto the ground. It went on and on but finally I came out into a magical garden. Maze walls were all around me and there were a million different pretty flowers on the ground, it was hard not to step on them!Ī voice in my head said "Left." As I was lost in the maze, I decided to follow it, hoping that it wouldn't lead me into the middle of the maze and get even more lost. I decided to go through the mysterious hole in the fence and discover whatever was on the other side of it.Īs soon as I got through the fence, I was in a different world. The magic garden story windows#Windows were shattered, tiles were falling off the roof and the paint on the side of the house was peeling off. On the other side of the fence there was a dirty old house. Somehow, I had a curious feeling about it. I came home from school one day and I looked at the hole in the fence for the tenth time that week. Hi, I'm John and I'm mad to tell you that I've been in a magical garden but this is what happened:
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