Standing on the brink of the Lotus Pond of Paradise, the Buddha watched
closely all that happened, and when Kandata sank like a stone to the
bottom of the Pond of Blood, he began to saunter again with a sad
expression on his face.
Doubtless Kandata’s cold heart that would have saved only himself from
Hell and his having received proper punishment and fallen back into
Hell, had appeared to the Buddha’s eyes most pitiful. But the lotuses
in the lotus pond of Paradise cared nothing at all about such things.
The pearly white flowers were swaying about the Buddha’s feet. As they
swayed, from the golden pistils in their centers, their ineffable
fragrance ceaselessly filled all the air.
It was near noon in Paradise.