Languid Gongue

Efflorescence

Poni Hoax

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Story
The Flower of Awakening: Buddha
More than 2,500 years ago, in the golden lands of Kapilavastu, a prince was born under the sal tree: Siddhartha Gautama, son of kings, destined to reign. But his soul did not seek thrones, but answers.
From his cradle, the wise men saw signs: "This child will be either a great monarch... or a great sage." His father, fearful of losing him to the spiritual world, locked him in a palace of pleasures, where pain had no name.
But destiny blows like a wind through bamboo. Siddhartha escaped the walls and saw four visions that would change his life:
• A bent old man: time.
• A sick man: suffering.
• A corpse: death.
• An ascetic: the search.
Then, like a lotus rising from the mud, he renounced everything: wealth, family, power. He became a beggar, a seeker, an unquenchable flame.
For years he wandered, fasted, meditated. He tried extremes, but did not find the truth. Until, under the shade of the Bodhi tree, he sat in silence. He vowed not to rise until he understood the mystery of suffering.
And there, in the longest night, he faced Mara, the lord of illusions. Desire, fear, pride… they all came. But Siddhartha did not move. At dawn, the light touched his face. He had awakened.
He became the Buddha, “the Enlightened One.” Not as a god, but as a guide. He walked through villages, forests, and cities, teaching the Middle Way, compassion, wisdom, and the art of breaking free from the cycle of pain.
His message was not dogma, but practice:
• The Four Noble Truths: suffering exists, it has a cause, it can end, and there is a way.
• The Noble Eightfold Path: right view, right intention, right speech… even right meditation.
He died at the age of 80, beneath flowering trees, surrounded by disciples. But his awakening did not die. Like a melody that spans centuries, his teaching lives on in temples, songs, and hearts.

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