|Entry in this week's Single Frame Stories Competition. The prompt was "blur."|
Kisagotami’s beautiful son, the light of her life ran into the street and was struck dead by a runaway cart. She wandered the village in a blur, child clutched to her heart.
She went to the Buddha for an herb to revive her son. He sent her into the village to find a mustard seed from a household that had never suffered the death of a loved one.
Of course, there was not a single home without loss. She found that the living are few, but the dead are many. Her personal grief was transformed into compassion for all beings.
A 100 Word Story based on a traditional Buddhist Parable