Aramika
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Walking far, the settlements very silent and empty. From south of the south monastery sound of a death fest was to hear. Hectic to suppress the reality. Walking back a woman gave some rice "Ven. Grandfather, the food is not ready yet..."
Taking the meal back in the south monastery, the Ven. told: "The son of Grandfather Plauk, the bridge ward, died this morning. Having drunken alcohol, having fallen down, having lost sign, with the face in the water, he died. How sad when the son dieds before the father."
Two days before, the young devoted man, the gone's far brother, came up the first time, having given food. The lay people having visted Thmo Tok three days ago, met Ta Plauk.
km:sanghadana:20181109_05.jpgOld is he, his body sick, Ta Plauk, the founder and place ward of the south monastery, but still drunken in building and gain, always avoiding to believe that form is not real.
To get the deeper meaning here, even to a point, one with proper attention could gain path and fruit, hollyness, by only reading this, a story from Japan's origin:
Once there was a very successful young businessman and family father. One day he thought: "All of what is now missing is a proper house for my family." Thought so, he started to build. Building nearly finished the thought arose: "To have it perfect, I will ask a monk for writing a blessing above the door." So he went to a monk and asked him and he agreed, yet he had to fly to China for another business.
The monk approached the house and wrote some words above the door. As the businessman returned he seeked to know of what auspicious blessing the monk wrote and as he came to his house he read: "Grandfather dies. Father dies. Son dies."
In the same moment he got very angry and approached the monk, speaking not nicely to him, and asked of what he thought to write such. Calm the monk waited and then replayed: "It is a blessed sequence, isn't it?".
May beings not waste time, thinking of what is subject to decay, does not lead to liberation, has worth to take refuge into it.
May the departed'd dear and near have met the heavenly messenger and may the former son have fallen into an existence allowing to see cause and effect.
May it be a forcing reminder for Nyom
Vithou and all other, knowing about the
four kinds of good horses , as well.