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![]() 20th September 1998 |
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Discovering solaceBy Charith Pelpola
Through the sacred groves I walk, with my robes held close to me. The saffron of its cloth sighs gently, lightened by the breath of the breeze. I follow enduring footsteps; staying true to the path through the woods. Finding solace here, sensing my teacher's Teacher, who sought refuge beneath hallowed boughs and solitary stone. Who initiated dhamma, the Truth, so peaceably beneath the trees. Into the sensual forest I came as a student, clinging to the guiding hands of his teacher. But my teacher taught me to be independent, and when my lessons were over, I found self-reliance. Like a lotus, attached neither to water nor to mud, I was now attached neither to sensual pleasures nor to the world. I was unfettered like a deer in the forest. I share my retreat with brothers and sisters of my robe. We possess little. But by abstaining from humanity, we discovered something of ourselves. Our hearts subdued the fear in the forest, and our minds found beauty where eyes had been blinded.
Within the sacred groves, beneath the monastery of caves, we live with compassion: amongst symbols of faith and devotion. We protect the wood; the bearer of sustenance, water, and medicine. For without the forest there is no path, and without the path there can be no future for the children of the earth. |
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