"Master, is the promise of the happy region vain talk and a myth?" enquired one monk.
"what is this promise?" asked the Buddha; and the disciple replied:
"There is in the west a region called the pure land, exquisitely adorned with gold and silver and precious gems. There are pure waters with golden sands, surrounded by pleasant walks and covered with large lotus flowers. joyous music is heard, and flowers rain down three times a day. There are singing birds whose harmonious notes proclaim the praises of religion, and in the minds of those who listen to their sweet sounds, remembrance arises of the Buddha, the law, and the brotherhood. No evil birth is possible there, and even the name of hell is unknown"...
"In truth", said the Buddha, "there is such a happy paradise. But the country is spiritual and it is accessible only to those that are spiritual. Thou sayest it lies in the west. This means: look for it where he who enlightens the world resides. The sun sinks down and leaves us in utter darkness. the shades of night steal over us, and Mara, the evil one, buries our bodies in the grave. Sunset is nevertheless no extinction, and where we imagine we see extinction, there is boundless light and inexhaustible life..... Thy description of paradise is beautiful, yet it is insufficient and does little justice to the glory of the pure land. The worldly can speak of it in a worldly way - they use worldly similes and worldly words. But the pure land in which the pure live is more beautiful than thou canst say or imagine.
He only, whose soul is filled with the infinite light of truth, can reach the happy land. He only, who has attained enlightenment, can live and breath the spiritual atmosphere of the western paradise. "
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One brother asked:
"The Buddha teaches that all confirmations are transient - all confirmations are subject to sorrow - all confirmations are lacking a self. How then can there be a nirvana, a state of eternal bliss?"
"There is a state where there is neither earth, nor water, nor heat, nor air; neither infinity of space nor infinity of consciousness, nor nothingness, nor perception nor non-perception; neither this world nor that world, neither sun nor moon. It is the uncreate.
That, O monks, I term neither coming nor going, nor standing; neither death nor birth. It is without stability, without change; it is the eternal which never originates and never passes away. There is the end of sorrow.
It is hard to realize the essential, the truth is not easily perceived. Desire is mastered by him who knows, and to him who sees aright all things are naught.
There is an unborn, and unoriginated, uncreated, unformed. Were there not, there would be no escape from the world of the born, originated, created, formed.
Since there is an unborn, unoriginated, uncreated, and unformed, therefore there is an escape from the born, originated, created, formed."
Perhaps others can contribute visions of paradise which have inspired them?