Yasodhara stayed in her room thinking, "Prince Siddhartha is now the Enlightened One — the Buddha. He now belongs to the line of Buddhas. Is it right for me to go to him? He does not and cannot need me. I think it is better to wait and see."
After a while the Buddha asked, " Where is Yasodhara?"
"I shall go there," said the Buddha.
Yasodhara sat in her room.
When Prince Siddhattha entered, she was, from the abundance of her affection, like an overflowing vessel, unable to contain her love. Forgetting that the man whom she loved was the Buddha, the Lord of the world, the preacher of truth, she held him by his feet and wept bitterly.
The Buddha nodded and said, "Not only in this last birth, O king, but in a previous birth too, Yasodhara was devoted and faithful to me."
"Arise from dreams and delusions,
Awaken with open mind.
Seek only Truth. Where you find it,
Peace also you will find."
protagonista indiscussa di queste pagine è la vista, la luce l'immagine.
Ma siccome, seppur tutt'altro che logorroica, soffro di una forma piuttosto accentuata di grafomania, non solo per scrittura ma anche per disegno e qualsiasi altra linea tracciabile su carta, non posso fare a meno di aggiungere qualche brano, qua e là, composto dal mio cervello.
Forse l'immobilità delle cose intorno a noi è data dalla certezza che son esse e non altre, dall'immobilità del nostro pensiero di fronte a loro.
M. Proust, Du cotè de chez Swann