STORY: Perfect Peace
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There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who could capture in a picture perfect peace.
Many artists tried, The king looked at all the paintings, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between them.
The first was of a calm lake. This lake was a perfect mirror which reflected a placid surrounding mountains. On these there was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this painting reflected thought this perfect peace.
The other picture had mountains, But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky from which fell an impetuous downpour with thunder and lightning. Down the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. In all this did not reveal anything peaceful.
But when the King looked carefully, observed that after the cascade had a delicate bush growing in a crack in the rock. This bush was found a nest. There, amid the roar of the waterfall violent, a little bird sitting quietly in the middle of the nest…
Without hesitation the King chose this painting and explained:
“Peace does not mean to be in a quiet place, smoothly, without hard work or without pain. Peace means that despite being in the midst of all these things, there calm and serenity in our hearts. This is the true meaning of peace.”