Author Topic: Footprints on the Journey: Becoming Disillusioned - Khenpo Sodargye  (Read 597 times)

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Becoming Disillusioned

This is a Buddhist Academy located in the suburb of a coastal city, at a good distance from the hustle and bustle of the metropolitan area. It has exquisite surroundings and enjoys nice weather year-round. Among lush trees and vivid green fields, a winding brook babbles through the grass and over pebbles; nameless flowers bloom lavishly on vines and bushes, giving off subtle fragrances. Birds, chirping melodiously in the woods, fly through treetops and in no time reach the clouds. All these remind me of the blessed places where many siddhas of Tibetan Buddhism practiced. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if a practitioner who has renounced the world builds his retreat hut right here?

When Lord Atisha was about to leave this world after he had completed his Dharma activities both in India and Tibet, a student yogi Cha Tsokche made his pledge: “Master, after you pass into nirvana, I will practice diligently.” The master was not pleased and answered: “I hope you will give up chores.” The student tried again. “Well then, should I teach?” The teacher responded the same way. Again, the student asked: “How about if I practice and teach at the same time?” The teacher gave the same answer as before. “Then, what should I do?” The master replied: “You should give up all the trivialities of this life.”

Bearing his teacher’s instruction firmly in his mind, Cha Tsokche cast away all worldly affairs and set off to a quiet wood in Redreng. The place was surrounded by rows of magnificent snow-capped mountains; numerous waterfalls from the melting snow rushed down among the boulders, nourishing the trees and meadows, and sustaining the harmonious birds and animals in the forest.

In the morning, the sun sent its warm light from atop the mountains, greeting the practitioner and his animal companions. In the evening, the wind blew gently and they retired into the dark night in profound silence. A cool and sparkling mountain spring provided him sweet drinks; fresh tasty wild fruits sustained him. He made contact with no one, nor did he care about any worldly activities. Persistently, he practiced until the end of his life and finally attained a level unreachable by ordinary people.


8th of January, Year of RenWu
February 20, 2002
Written at the secluded back side of the Minnan Buddhist Academy

 


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