The Flower He Would Not Break

When Guru Har Rai was a boy, his wide robe brushed a flowering bush as he hurried past, and a few soft petals fell to the ground.

He stopped, his eyes filling with tears, sad that his carelessness had harmed the little blossoms.

From then on he moved gently through the garden, gathering his robe close. He had learned that even the smallest life deserves our care.