Satsang

There is a plant from which we get a very soft cotton. When the flower is closed, birds don't know that there is cotton inside. They think that there is something good to eat inside that flower, but when they put their beaks inside they get only cotton, nothing valuable. The cotton flies away and the birds don't get anything. They regret having stuck their beaks inside those flowers and wish they had done something else. In the same way, we think that there is something very beautiful and worthwhile in this world, that there is happiness in this world, but when we put our beaks into it we find that the world is as insubstantial as that cotton, and it flies away from us. There is no happiness, there is no peace, in this world. The world is just like the flower of that plant, just like the cotton that flies away; in it there is no reality. And just like that bird, we will regret it later.
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