Ngày Tết Tổ Tiên Có Về Với Con Cháu Không - Đức Phật Hé Lộ Sự Thật Khiến Nhiều Người Bật Khóc

During Tết do ancestors and parents return to be with their descendants Each year as the golden frangipani blossoms begin to open As the scent of sandalwood wafts through the morning alley the family once again arranges a beautifully prepared ancestral offering placing it reverently on the ancestral altar They say that during the first three days of Lunar New Year grandparents return to reunite with their descendants But have you ever paused to wonder if that’s truly real Long since departed some have passed after a few years others after several decades According to Buddhist teachings they have followed the path of karma reborn in the cycle of samsara Reincarnated into another realm So who was the person returning to reunite with their family during those three days of Lunar New Year And if no one returns then the ancestral offerings the incense sticks and the heartfelt prayers of millions of families What does Tết mean to you That's a question many have wondered about yet few dare to ask directly Today with a breath of loving-kindness let us listen once more to a story from the time when the Buddha was still alive o uncover the true answer to what generations have quietly wondered about in their hearts every time Tết arrives On a spring morning with a clear sky and a gentle breeze rustling through the trees in the Jetavana monastery the Buddha was seated teaching his disciples Amid the distant chirping of birds there was a disciple named Sudatta a lay follower who had studied under the Buddha for many years Hands clasped head bowed face drawn in thoughtful silence as though carrying a long-buried question The Buddha looked at him and gently asked Sudatta what is it that troubles your mind He looked up his voice gentle yet heartfelt Reverend One I've just lived through my first Tet since my father passed away My family cleaned the altar Prepare the altar with everything properly Mother kept reminding me endlessly I must make the offerings complete so Father can come home to celebrate Tet with us But I couldn't help thinking According to the Buddha's teachings father and son were reborn according to their karma Then will they truly return home within the three days of Tết And if they do not return Should I tell Mom the truth I don't want her to believe something that isn't real but I can't bear to shatter her faith She had supported her mother for so many years The entire garden fell silent Many senior monks The laypeople sitting around exchanged quiet glances No one spoke yet in everyone's eyes flickered a familiar recognition Thus the question has long been lingering within them An elderly monk spoke softly This question I've often wondered myself back when I was still a layperson A young layman whispered beside me From childhood to adulthood Every year during Tet my family always offers prayers to our ancestors But truly I've never known for sure whether they actually come back or not I'm merely offering prayers to the invisible realm The Buddha remains still his face filled with compassion his gaze deep and serene looking gently upon the disciple before him A little while later he finally spoke up Sudatta before the Buddha responds let me answer this question of the Tathagata has been Yes Lord Buddha When I recall my father what arises in my mind The disciple fell silent for a moment then spoke softly I see my father's figure the way he looked at me his voice His father's hands in his final days thin and frail yet still gripping his child tightly And when the child stood before the carpenter 's bench incense smoke swirling all around How do you feel Sudatta whispered softly I feel that you're still somewhere close to me Even though I know you're gone in that moment I don't feel distant at all The Buddha smiled What you just said is the very first answer to your question He looked around at everyone then calmly explained After a being passes away depending on the karma accumulated In many lifetimes they will be reborn into one of the six realms If they are born into the cold realm they will no longer possess a physical body and the consciousness of their previous life as well If they are still in the intermediate state before rebirth they may perceive the energy emanating from their loved ones And if they are born into the realm of hungry ghosts or suffering due to karmic obstacles then the offerings made by their descendants The significance becomes even greater A monk asked Venerable Master ancestors are not necessarily expected to return in person on Tet Day in the literal sense It's not as people imagine that they come back with their old physical forms Sit down at the table with one's grandchildren That does not happen in a physical sense But something else does occur more subtle more profound and far more important than that Everyone fell silent It was the resonance of the mind The Buddha paused so that those words It sank deep into everyone 's hearts then carried on Imagine this: a mother far away suddenly feels uneasy as though her child is in trouble Even though no one had given any warning Then later finding out it was indeed their child who had just gone through a life-threatening ordeal at that very moment Have you children ever heard of something like that Many people are awakening This is not delusion It is the truth about the spiritual connection among people They share deep lasting bonds of gratitude Motherhood fatherhood and the love between grandparents and grandchildren are invisible threads that are not easily broken even separated by life and death Then venerable one does that bond still remain after the ancestors have been reborn Sudatta asked further Mentally those who are reborn no longer clearly remember their relationships from their previous lives Yet in the depths of their being of the mind what the Tathagata calls the continuous stream of consciousness still retains the imprints of kindness and gratitude These imprints It's not memory but energy And energy never disappears —it only transforms Then the Buddha told a story Long ago there was a woman named Visakha Her husband passed away young and she raised her three children to adulthood on her own When she died The mother's heart aches unbearably Every Lunar New Year her eldest son always prepares a complete and lavish ancestral offering exactly as his mother had liked them in life He lit the incense prayed earnestly then sat still for a moment as if waiting for something She asked him "What are you sitting here for " He replied "Sit down with me for a moment I want you to feel this " They sat quietly together Before the altar the scent of incense slowly spreads Outside the courtyard the sound of firecrackers echoes Inside the house the soft patter of spring rain rises from the sky le roof The wife who had never much believed in the spiritual realm suddenly felt something strange—she couldn't quite put it into words Speak softly Suddenly I feel a strange chill as if someone is watching us The young man nods His face flushed he felt it every year—though his mother wasn’t really sitting there eating with him something of her still remained The Buddha paused his story looking at Sudatta Do you understand what I am trying to convey The disciple slowly nodded voice thick with pride I understand Grandfather They may not have returned in body but what remains of them within the family space within the hearts of descendants in the spiritual bonds yet unfulfilled they still endure Indeed And there is one more thing Even more important he continued When descendants sit before the altar with sincere devotion when genuine gratitude arises in their hearts When they remember their grandparents and parents it is not out of duty but out of love and it is precisely this heart that generates a pure field of energy That energy field is not limited by space or time no matter where ancestors reside they can still be感应 Like a low lamp rising in the darkness The low lamp need not know where its light reaches Yet the light still spreads Still the thread of light still driving away the darkness An elderly lay practitioner silent until then suddenly spoke with an emotional voice Reverend One I am over sixty years old I have spent my entire life honoring my ancestors and parents yet I have never truly understood the meaning behind it I only did it because I saw others doing it out of fear that not doing so would be a sin Now having heard the Buddha's teaching I realize I have offered but the mind was not present there The Buddha did not scold only gently spoke That is the truth And today you have come to realize it It is the beginning of transformation Nothing is ever too late when the mind begins to awaken He taught that celebrating Te To nurture filial heart But what exactly is filiality Venerable One I am old now and both my parents have passed away Can you still understand it on your own The Buddha shaved his head Filial piety extends beyond one's parents in this lifetime According to Buddhist teachings through countless cycles of rebirth All sentient beings have at one time been our parents grandparents children and descendants When you look upon any sentient being with compassion when a person lives in accordance with the path avoids evil and cultivates goodness recites scriptures and dedicates the merit that is truly practicing the way Filial piety in its highest sense So living each day well is itself a way of honoring one's ancestors Exactly Ancestors don't wish for their descendants to Remember them with full trays offerings then let go by the next day What ancestors would wish if they could speak is simply this: My child live well live with integrity and carry forward the good things we have built Sudatta spoke up again "Venerable One how should I tell my mother She still believes my father will return home for the Lunar New Year celebration with the family " I don't want to break Mother 's trust but I also don't want her to misunderstand The Buddha looked at His disciple With eyes full of warmth and wisdom Asking this question shows your filial devotion and honesty But let the Tathagata ask you this: Do you believe your father is returning and what does that belief bring you Sudatta pondered Revered One Bringing comfort to my mother Giving her the sense that the family remains united even though her husband has passed My mother lights incense in quiet reverence and talk to your father as if he were still there and then your mother would feel less sorrow So Venerable One is such faith harmful No harm done The truth about spirituality isn't always meant to be spoken aloud Sometimes the deepest truth is lived is felt but no explanation is needed Mother and child are practicing filial piety in her way with all the love and longing of a wife a mother That's not wrong—it's a form of meditation even if she doesn't call it that And you you can live beside your mother burning incense together Though mother and child share the same ancient ritual in the child's heart practice is carried out with mindful awareness—clearly knowing what one is doing and why Mother and child perform the same action But people have different depths and that's perfectly fine Sudatta gently bowed his head a weight lifting within him I understand now Hear me Lord I don't need to change my mother I only need to change myself The Buddha smiled That would be unkind Then He added just as if sending a message to everyone listening that the Lunar New Year is a time dating back to ancient times when people have always set aside to remember their roots That is the wisdom of our ancestors—not blind tradition but the understanding that humans do not live merely for the present but are deeply connected to the past and the future bound by invisible threads when the entire family gathers when descendants clean the ancestral altar When the scent of sandalwood incense fills the house when stories about grandparents are retold to their grandchildren it is not superstition or irrational belief It is a spiritual culture—how a people preserve their inner essence and pass down moral values from one generation to the next Do ancestors return The answer is a part of them does never truly leaves that part is not in the body nor in the soul but found within yourselves in the way you live in the values you carry in the love you give to one another Every time the children live well with moral integrity and gratitude with love and compassion ancestors are present in those very moments That Dharma talk ended as the sun rose high its warm rays spreading across the garden and Sudatta departed with a lightened heart He no longer worried about whether the ancestors would return for he had come to understand that it wasn't the right question the right question was What am I doing to deserve the legacy of my ancestors That Lunar New Year standing before the craftsman's table with his mother he no longer stood as someone performing a ritual but as a son Returning to his roots he sat quietly hands folded and silently offered a heartfelt prayer within his heart: I will live well The child will live with dignity so that no matter where you are father can rest easy Your mother stands beside you eyes half-red with tears whispering softly You're home now son I'm right here This time Sudatta didn't argue He simply gently placed his hand on his mother's shoulder and nodded Yes I know And suddenly he truly felt it— how奇妙 indeed— in that instant he truly felt it because ancestors don't come only on Lunar New Year Ancestors live in every breath of their living descendants in the loving gaze of an old mother watching the craftsman at work in the hands of the artisan The child bows low in gratitude amidst the laughter of children playing and running in the warm spring air Ancestors never truly leave us—they live on within us and the teachings of the Buddha spoken long ago still echo today Ancestors need nothing Ancestral spirits long for their descendants to live well each incense stick offered with reverence every good deed performed each prayer recited with dedication for their benefit Those are letters sent to the Ancestors wherever they may reside and the answer to the question Ancestors are never truly gone For they remain As long as the flame of filial devotion still burns In the hearts of their descendants This year's Tết when you stand before the craftsman's table lower your hands with your whole heart—not to summon the ancestors back but to remember tha Part of them still lives in the palm And the best way to repay that Is to live well In every day of this life