"But it's so hard!” cry many people. No, it is not. So many times I’ve put the clothes on. I roamed the endless roads with just a staff, feeding the flesh with only what I found. I was a king, for long I ruled over the countless peoples. And every time the clothing would be tight, the clothes would hamper me and hinder me from living. They’d shake with fear and get sick, and, like all others’, at first they’d wish for much, until I'd tame them. That wild beast, of whom the dress is woven, fears just his master, just the Soul. But many fear the Soul more than the beast; the Soul that hinders their lives just like the clothing hinders mine. I cannot understand such people. To waste the whole Eternity on only just one moment? What's the point? To suffer in the arms of the beast’s skin, to serve the pants decaying day by day. So this is life? But life is infinite! It has no suffering, it doesn’t wear out, for it's impossible to wear out the Soul. The clothing has no Home, there's just a closet where it is kept for only a short while. Only the Soul has a true Home. And it’s the Soul that, yearning for Eternity, begets this sense of Home for which man searches his entire life.
Rigden Djapo.
(Prologue to the book AllatRa by Anastasia Novykh)
The full text of the book is available at:
http://allatra.com.au/books
Other books by this author (in English) can be found at:
http://schambala.org/books.html
Translated into English by:
flamedragon27.blogspot.com
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