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SHRAMAN MAHAVIR
The portals of Meghkumar's memory were knocked open by the Lord He could see in his vision the elephant in the marshes and again his vast shape with his foot dangling in the air He was stunned The thinking equipment, the tongue and the frame, all grew numb He stood aghast like a statue It was all silent Not a stir in the air, quiet and tranquil
The Lord rent the calm, 'Tell me Megh, What You desire' 'Sirel I seek your kind refuge and nothing else' 'Is it in an inertia of casualness that you say so?'
'Where is the scope for any fading of my full-consciousness once I have witnessed the past of mine?'
'Then you are determined for the absolute ?'
'Yes, sire Where is the ground for resilience now? The way back is slammed by you'
The Lord threw a kindly glance at Megh The latter felt the uplifting caress of the glance Consciousness regained its kingdom? His heart was alit with brightness He began to murmur
‘Few do know, Whether I hail from the east or the west From the south or the north, From this direction or that, From higher realms or the nether ones The Lord shuttled me to my past I did see my last halt Pray, open up the door ahead That I may see my future campa"
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'Nayadhammarahao', 1/152-154 Ayaro', 1/1-3
