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The Gift of Sight
The Lord was a fountain of light Innumerable lamps borrowed light from him and as many dimmed ones were rekindled by his grace The lamp is prone to be lit up and extinguish The Lord would not relish it He would wish the lamp of awareness to be everburning without ever being put out Let it burn constantly and attain the stage whereafter there is no extinguishing
Meghkumar was king Shrenik's son He approached the Lord His dormant consciousness was rekındled It rose to a high pitch to flow upwards A lamp that had been convered under a lid began to emit a million beams of light Now it emitted a perennial brightness In theological parlance he became a monk
The day was spent waking, the night in sleeping The sleep not only closed the eyes but covered the lamp of consciousness The common sleep that closes the eye-lids ends with the morn But the sleep that muffles up the consciousness survives a thousand dawns While he was asleep his stream of consciousness lost its upward motion and reverted to the usual downward trend He came to the Lord The Lord saw his lamp of consciousness being dimmed Said he, 'Megh! You come with the mission to rekindle your consciousness Is it not so?'
'It is so my, Lord"