Kamanita 8:AMID THE SWEETNESS OF THE CORAL BLOSSOMS

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Kamanita 8:AMID THE SWEETNESS OF THE CORAL BLOSSOMS

Postby yawares » Mon Aug 06, 2012 4:13 am

Dear members,

:heart: Kamanita And Vasitthi :heart:
[By KARL GJELLERUP]


AMID THE SWEETNESS OF THE CORAL BLOSSOMS

And again they were throned on the lotus seats in
the crystal lake, again they floated between trees bearing
blossoms of jewels, again they mingled with the ranks of
the Blessèd, joined in the dances, and enjoyed the raptures
of heaven, happy in their unclouded love.
Once in the dance they met their friend of the
white robe, who greeted them with:
"So you now really have been to the shores of the
Heavenly Gangā."
"How could you possible know that we have been
there?"
"I see it; for all who have been there wear a shadow
on their brows. For that reason I don't wish to go. And
you will also not go a second time, no‐one ever does."


AS A MATTER OF FACT, they did not again visit
the inhospitable shores of the Heavenly Gangā. Often,
however, they turned their flight toward the valley
of the malachite rocks. Reposing under the mighty
crown of the Coral Tree, they breathed that perfume of
perfumes which streamed from the crimson blossoms and,
in the depths of their memory, there was opened up to
them the vista of their former lives — life preceding life in
some strangely appointed order, back into the far‐distant
past.


Thus did they two, companions in so many wan‐
derings, linger in the shade of the Coral Tree and, day by
day, enjoy the sweets of memory exhaled by its fragrant
blossoms.
For even as a royal couple have many tales related
to them by the court story‐teller in pursuit of amusement
and knowledge — now the life‐story of a king, now a
simple village tale; at one time a heroic poem, at another a
legend of ancient days; or maybe a fable of some animal,
or a fairy tale — and all the while they know that, how‐
ever often it pleases them to listen, there is no fear that
this prince of story‐tellers will ever be at a loss for words,
because the treasury of his knowledge and his own inven‐
tive ability are both inexhaustible — so these two were
able to say to themselves: "However often and however
long we may linger here, even if it were for an eternity,
there is no danger that these blossoms will ever be unable
to waken further memories; for the farther we go down
into the abysses of time, the farther does time recede
before us."


And they marvelled much.
"We are as old as the world," said Vāsitthī.
" We are as old as the world," said
Kāmanīta. "But up to this time we have wandered
on, never resting, and the Lord of Death when he has
come has always projected us into a new life. Now,
however, we have reached a place where there is no more
passing away, where eternal joy is our sweet possession."


********to be continued*************

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