A Spanish friend sent today the following story:
Once Buddha showed a flower to his disciples and asked them to say something about that beautiful flower.
For a while the disciples observed the miracle of nature in silence. Then one of them gave a whole philosophy lecture on the flower. Another one recited a poem about the flower. A third one gave a metaphor for this flower. Each of them tried to surpass the others with his eloquence. The youngest of them, however, looked at the flower; he smiled and said nothing.
Only he had seen it.
Buddha Padmapani holding a flower – from Ajanta Caves, India