Red Spider Lily

The red spider lily (Manjusaka) and

the white spider lily (Manjusaka

) symbolize separation and sorrowful memories.

Buddhist scriptures record, "Blooming for a thousand years, withering for a thousand years, flower and leaf never meeting. Love is not bound by cause and effect, fate determines life and death."

There is a legend about this. It is said that there were once two people named Bi and An, whom Heaven decreed could never meet. They cherished each other deeply and admired one another. Finally, one day, defying Heaven's decree, they secretly met. As the saying goes, hearts that resonate understand each other. Upon meeting, Bi discovered that An was a beautiful woman, and An similarly discovered that Bi was a handsome young man. They instantly felt a deep connection, fell in love, and vowed to be together forever.

However, the outcome was inevitable; because they violated the heavenly law, their love was ultimately and cruelly destroyed. The Heavenly Court punished them, placing a cruel curse upon them. Since they defied the Heavenly Laws to meet in secret, they were transformed into the flower and leaf of a single plant. However, this flower was peculiar; it bloomed without leaves, and leaves grew without flowers, forever separated.

Legend has it that after countless reincarnations, one day Buddha came to this place and saw a flower of extraordinary beauty, fiery red. Buddha approached it and examined it closely, immediately discerning its secret. Buddha felt neither sorrow nor anger; he suddenly laughed three times, then reached out and plucked the flower from the ground. The Buddha held the flower in his hand and said with emotion, "In your past lives, you longed for each other but could not meet. After countless reincarnations, you loved each other but could not stay together. So-called separation and reunion are merely the arising and ceasing of karmic connections. You bear a curse from Heaven, preventing you from parting even when your karmic connection ends,

and from separating even when it ceases. I cannot help you break this cruel curse, so I will take you to the other shore, where flowers bloom everywhere." On his way to the other shore, the Buddha passed the River of Three Crossings in the underworld and accidentally got his clothes wet. There, flowers were blooming... The Buddha carried this red flower. When he reached the other shore and unwrapped the flower from his robes, he found the fiery red blossoms had turned pure white. After a moment of contemplation, the Buddha laughed and said, "Great joy is not as good as great sorrow, remembering is not as good as forgetting. How can one distinguish right from wrong? Beautiful flower, beautiful flower indeed!" The Buddha planted this flower on the other shore, naming it the Mandarava flower, and because it grew on the other shore, he called it that.

But the Buddha did not know that on the River of Three Crossings, the flower, faded by the river's waters, had dripped all its red color into the river. The constant wailing filled the air with sorrow. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, possessing extraordinary powers, learned that the Mandarava flower had sprouted. He went to the riverbank, took a seed, and threw it into the water. Soon, a flower, even more vibrant red than before, emerged from the water. Ksitigarbha held it in his hand and sighed, "You have escaped and attained great freedom. Why leave this boundless hatred in the already boundless sea of suffering in hell? I will make you a guide, leading them towards reincarnation. Remember this one color of yours. Since the Mandarava flower already blooms on the other shore, I will call you Manjushri."

From then on, there were two completely different kinds of flowers in the world: one growing on the other shore, and the other born on the banks of the Sanzu River. Many years later, there were two people deeply in love. One year, the man tragically died while traveling. He came to the banks of the Sanzu River and, seeing the blood-red water, was filled with immense sorrow. He cried out, "I do not want reincarnation! I want to go back to my wife; she is still waiting for me at home!" He stumbled and fell to Meng Po's place. Before drinking the soup of forgetfulness, he asked Meng Po why, of all things in the world, this soup alone requires people to forget their feelings. Meng Po smiled but did not answer, only urging him to drink it quickly. He stared blankly at the soup and said, "Everyone is supposed to forget their feelings, but I refuse to. After reincarnation, I will go find my wife." "

Upon learning of his death, the man's wife was devastated and attempted suicide several times, but was saved each time by the man's family. Finally, she promised not to take her own life again, but to remain a widow for life. The man's family, seeing her strong-willed nature and fearing that bringing up the past would only cause her more pain, and also appreciating her devotion, temporarily agreed, planning to persuade her to remarry once her emotions had stabilized. Thus, the woman continued to live with the man, supporting herself by sewing.

It is said that after reincarnation, the man was indeed reborn in the same small town where he and the woman had lived. Time flew by, and twenty years passed in the blink of an eye. One day, he passed by the woman's widowed house and felt something was amiss, so he stopped to look. This glance was significant; the woman saw him directly. In reincarnation, the man's appearance and demeanor had completely changed, but upon seeing him, tears streamed down the woman's face. She walked up to him and said, 'You've come to find me.'" She then collapsed to the ground. The man, seeing an unfamiliar old woman lying before him, was terrified and fled the scene.

Later, the woman fell seriously ill and, before dying, kept muttering something, but her voice was too soft for anyone to hear clearly, so no one paid any attention. Finally, she shed two lines of bloody tears and breathed her last. The woman arrived in the underworld and saw Meng Po, the Goddess of Forgetfulness. Suddenly, she asked her very softly, "Old woman, was there a man here who told you he wouldn't forget me and would definitely come back to find me?" Meng Po nodded. The woman was heartbroken and choked out, "Then why did he come back but refuse to acknowledge me? Even just saying a word to me, or coming to see me before I die, would have been enough." Meng Po patted her shoulder and said, "You two love each other very much, and I admire your courage. Here's what we'll do: twenty years from now, when the answer arrives, I promise to let you see it. But before that, you cannot be reincarnated and will have to suffer here for twenty years. Are you willing?" The woman said, "I am willing. Without seeing that answer, I cannot let go of my love for him. Even if I am reincarnated, I will suffer heartache for a lifetime." "Then Meng Po assigned the woman to weed the riverbank. In truth, there were no weeds to weed, but in the woman's eyes, the riverbank was covered in weeds, which grew back after she weeded them, an endless cycle. This went on day after day, year after year.

Twenty years later, Meng Po led her to the gate of reincarnation and said, 'Stand here and watch, but do not speak. The person you have waited for for twenty years is coming.' The woman was so excited she could barely stand. After finally calming herself, she stood there nervously, waiting for her beloved to appear. Finally, he came. It turned out he had fallen ill, was incurable, and died in his early forties. He walked up to her and Meng Po, who handed him the water of forgetfulness. He picked it up to drink, but the woman panicked and said, 'Have you forgotten what you said?'" The man glanced at her, drank the water in his bowl in one gulp, and then walked into the gate of reincarnation.

Meng Po looked at the distraught woman and said, "What is love? It's nothing more than a bowl of water. You should drink it too. Whether you can forget or not isn't up to you. There is this life, but no next life. Even if you remember, if he forgets, what difference is there from truly forgetting?"

The Buddha said:

"The Sanskrit word Paramita means

'reaching the other shore. ' Its meaning is to be free from attachment to birth and death , like water with waves —this is called 'this shore. ' Being free from attachment to birth and death, like water constantly flowing , is called 'the other shore.' The other shore is without birth, death, suffering, sorrow , desire, or seeking; it is a blissful world where everything is forgotten. There is a flower beyond the three realms, outside the five elements, growing on the other shore of the Weak Water, dazzlingly crimson— that is the flower that blooms on the other shore. The flower blooms without leaves grow without flowers. Longing for each other, yet unable to meet, alone on the path to the other shore."

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