The Illusory City in the Desert
Scorching sun blazed down upon the vast desert. White sand stretched endlessly to the horizon, devoid of trees or even a gentle breeze. The travelers were exhausted, their steps heavy as if carrying stones, sweat soaking through their clothes. They had journeyed for many days and nights across endless dunes, yet their destination remained distant and unclear.
The guide leading the group looked back and saw faces pale with fatigue, eyes dull from depletion. He understood that continuing at this pace would cause them to collapse in the barren wilderness. He stopped and pointed ahead, where a majestic city suddenly appeared: high walls, straight gates, bustling with people and filled with joyful voices.
"Look! We have arrived!" he called out, his voice echoing in the air. "This is the place you need. Enter and rest; there is nothing left to fear."
The travelers cheered with relief, renewed by hope. They rushed into the city, finding seats, drinking water, and eating until full. Each believed they had reached safety, the final goal of their journey. But after resting and regaining strength, the guide spoke gently.
"My dear ones, this is not the final destination. It is merely a temporary stop. We must continue our journey."
The group looked at one another in surprise. The city was an illusion created by the guide to restore their energy, not the true end. Yet, thanks to this rest, they gained the faith and hope needed to cross the desert.
On the path of practice, we often face moments of weariness and discouragement. At such times, the Buddha and the bodhisattvas use skillful means to offer us a place to pause. This is the illusory city: personal joys, blessings from merit, and inner peace. However, this is not ultimate liberation. True completion lies in benefiting all sentient beings, not just oneself. Practitioners must transcend the illusory city, letting go of attachment to personal gain, and move toward ultimate purpose—serving all beings forever, without regard for time or difficulty.
AI-assisted translation from the Vietnamese original.
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