Many artists presented their screens and artwork.
The King watched and admired all the paintings, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between the two.
The first was a very quiet lake. This lake was a perfect mirror reflecting the placid mountains that surrounded it. On them lay a paradise very faint blue with white clouds.
Everyone who looked at this painting thought it reflected Profound Peace.
The second picture had mountains too. But these were rugged and were stripped of vegetation. On them was a stormy Paradise from which rushed a heavy downpour with lightning and thunder. It rumbled down the mountain in a torrent of foamy water. In all this was revealed nothing peaceful.
But when the King looked more closely, he saw behind the waterfall there was a bush growing in a crack in the rock. In this bush there lay a nest. There, amid the din of violent turbulence of the water, was a bird sitting placidly on her nest in deep … peace!
The King chose the second screen and said: “Peace does not mean to be in a place without noise, without problems, without hard work or to perform free of aches and temptations of the incarnation.
Peace means that despite being in the midst of all this, we remain calm and confident in our Sacred Heart Sanctuary. There we will find true Peace deep in silent meditation.”
Category: Traditional Tales