Jain Journal 1994 07

Author(s): Jain Bhawan Publication
Publisher: Jain Bhawan Publication

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JAIN JOURNAL VOL XXIX, NO 1, JULY 1994
Like to you, they seek harmony with all life. Alas, deceit is a burden of violence on your soul, City Woman! Live in your soul's city of non-violence"." The woman grew awestruck, "O wonder,
His words lay bare my self-truckery,
And I quit deceit, in respect to the Wayshower."
She looked at the city woman with the forthright eyes. By non-violence, He had dislodged a leech of deceit. "City Woman, my thanks." And Rajimati moved on.
Then an inner voice said to Rajimati:
'He abandoned you, you made free with a nun's robe, Of what, your thought? Your thought was of deceit, Yet to the Wayshower, deceit is an ugly violence' And she vowed, "I quit deceit for all my time."
And so Rajimati moved on with a well-content face. She had forsaken a self-injury, she felt her path eased, The firethorn of deceit was no more.
And so passed a long measure of footweary years. Rajimati was resting in the bluish ashes of dusk, Already, the deepness was fluttering with nightbirds. She had not knelt, yet for long she had sought Him, His gift to me, she thought, the jewel of His holy feet.
Nearby sat an elder nun with a parched face. "Share what the living Wayshower said,
'Why do you seek ultimate reality with claws of greed? Nun, when the pot is ready, it will be filled.
Like to you, the food-animals near the end of their terms, Yet unlike you, they wait rebirth with passive acceptance. Alas, greed is a burden of violence on your soul. Elder Nun! Live in your soul's bounty of non-violence." The nun grew awestruck, "O wonder beyond wonders, His words lay bare my selfish self-indulgence, And I quit greed, in surrender to the living Wayshower."
She looked at the parched nun with the glowing face. By non-violence, He had scattered a hoard of greed. "Elder Nun, my deepest thanks." And Rajimati moved on.