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Parable of the Abandoned Child


Parable of the Abandoned Child I am a man without fame but possessed the highest treasure A child without a name She is the most beautiful woman within my village For known for flowers on her beautiful hair Her face is slim with shiny blue eyes Which gives a shy looking smile In slim bodies of a lotus flower She takes men's hearts by the eye I took her home from a lost place unknown but raised her as my daughter When my friend came in and talked to me I asked what leads for his coming He told me of a business, but requested my devotion I took the trial by risk With the job in hand, I rise to fame And became the wealthiest man Making more and more abundance, I churn the nector of prosperity I lost interest in my child Years flew by but my child nagged me I refused takingmost of her offers Until one day when my wealth swept me away Like the waves in the ocean of samsara I continue counting my lot, my gold throne grows high The child came to ask me for a play Angered by her request, I asked her to leave She said, "I miss you so much father" For every time I refused, she prayed on me further I roared up and yelled, "Get out!!" She burst into tears over my rejection "Do you love me dad?" she desperately asked Raging into a hurricane, I rebuke her kindness Slapped her face and said "you stupid fool!!" She flew into depression and ran away from my house Crying in the cold winter's night She tried to run as far as she can But found nowhere to rest Upset by her emotions, I continued my business And became a far-off stranger Years flew by without a single bird song I'm stuck within the walls In gaining back my once abundant material wealth I fell from hero to zero Realizing I couldn't hold it any longer I returned to my daily life "Child, dearest child, Where are you?" I called But there was no answer I searched and searched all over my house Looking for my lost daughter Until one day, I found a letter of love That reads from my daughter's words: "Dearest father, my dearest father I knew you would look for me Did you miss me father? I strongly believed You are the greatest person Did you remember the time you kissed me in bed And sang to me your magnificent song? I truly miss your nobility From deep inside my heart But now that you don't love me anymore I departed away from your presence From my own disappointmentI left everything behind For nothing matters anymore I regret in nagging for your attention I'm now going beyond and begone to the other side Where love is truly accepted If you still love me and truly love me I'm waiting for you in the woods Although it's been years have passed without your heart I'm patiently waiting for your return But all I want to tell you before my farewell: I love you father always" Running out to the stormy woods I called out my child's name In searching for her, I found a trail of blood And followed towards a corpse I picked up the body and recognized my daughter From the flowers on her long beautiful hair I wept, cried and cried for the loss "I'm so sorry" I constantly lament Reading the letters from my beautiful daughter "I'm so sorry" I constantly lament Remembering back all her childhood dreams "I'm so sorry" I constantly lament Losing hope upon myself, I planned to end my life "Oh life, why did you abandoned me?" In returning home, I took my rope Tied it to the ceiling up high Death is lingering, waiting for my next move I choose to end my life from here At the moment of hitting dead-end, I held myself back "Do I choose to end this way?" I asked Reading the letters again from the words of my daughter "I got it!" I awoke Giving up the life of leisure, I abandoned all wealth Choosing to be a monk Donating and giving up for charity I chose love over death Pushing my mentality with nothing at rest I reverse my negativity Pushing my mentality towards compassion for all I chose love over death But looking over my daughter's body My fresh wound emerges with regret Useless and futile, I thought I fell back to my original state: death In trying to hang myself once more To hope one day see my daughter again Hang the rope, tie the noose I'm ready to die for my own sin Upon my moment of upmost intensity My daughter’s body becomes radiant clear-light She walked up to me and kissed As beautiful as new, she made her presence known I withdrew my will for death I closed my eyes and hugged her with joy I cried in my own ecstasy Her body was gone, as I opened my eye Just to find that abandoned child was I.
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