“The legend tells that, in a Buddhist monastery located on an almost inaccessible slope of the cold and steep mountains of the Himalayas, one fine day one of the oldest guardian monks died.

They performed his own Tibetan rituals for those occasions, full of deep respect and mysticism.

However, it was necessary for some other monk to take over the duties of the vacant post of guardian. He must find the proper monk to carry them out.

The Grand Master summoned all the disciples of the monastery to determine who would occupy the honorable position of guardian.

The Master, very quietly and calmly, placed a magnificent small table in the center of the huge room in which they were gathered and on top of it, placed an exquisite porcelain vase, and in it, a yellow rose of extraordinary beauty and said:

“He's the problem here. He will assume the position of Honorable Guardian of our monastery the first monk to solve it.

Everyone was amazed looking at that scene: A vase of great value and beauty, with a wonderful flower in the center.

The monks remained petrified in the most respectful silence, sunk in their internal questions...

What would that beautiful vase of flowers represent? What to do with it? What could be the enigma enclosed in such a delicate beauty? Would it symbolize the temptations of the world? Could it be something as simple as the flower needing water?

There were so many questions...

At a certain moment, one of the disciples drew a sword, looked at the Grand Master and all of his companions, went to the center of the room and… bang! It destroyed everything in one hit.

As soon as the disciple returned to his place, the Great Teacher said:

―Someone has dared not only to provide a solution to the problem, but to eliminate it. Let us honor our Guardian of the Monastery.