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Beyhude - Samsara

The old monk sat beneath the ancient Bodhi tree, his breath slow, his gaze distant. The wind carried the scent of blooming lotus flowers, and the distant murmur of a river whispered through the valley. A young disciple knelt before him, eyes full of questions. "Master," the boy asked, "why do we suffer? Why do we live, die, and return again?" The monk smiled, his face lined with the wisdom of many lifetimes. "Because we are bound to Samsara," he said, "the endless wheel of birth, death, and rebirth. We chase joy, flee from pain, and cling to what is fleeting. In our desires, we weave the chains that keep us returning, life after life." The boy furrowed his brow. "And how do we escape?" The monk closed his eyes, listening to the wind, as if remembering something distant, something beyond time. "By letting go," he whispered. "By seeing the world as it is—impermanent, ever-changing. When we release our grasp, when we no longer crave or resist, the wheel slows… and then stops." The boy lowered his head, deep in thought. The river flowed on, carrying the whispers of past lives, but somewhere in its endless current, the first ripples of awakening had begun.