The Story

The Story

A Chapter by Sawan

The Story

So now as I had said,

And as I had described,

Once, in the Land foretold,

Once upon a time,

The Great Lord travelling

Did come across a poisoned stream

According to the Holy Teachings

Of the Noble Ones,

And having repented for His Sins well in the past

Did then strive to free the Lost Brethren from Hell’s

Deprivation and Bad States

To Express His Valour!

And freeing their purified hearts He then did

Commit Himself to the cause of helping the

Tathagatha’s Disciple, Chiefly Himself.

Undertaking the Holy Vow of Piety,

He then did rise upon His Heaven

And did descend from Heaven’s Glory

To Help Him!

Kammasakka!

Be that Himself or any other!

Kammasakka!

Be it vain, or be it in glory

Kammasakka!

Never in vain, always in glory!

Kammasakka!

He then did leave that Heaven,

Always in Glory, Never in Vain!

KAMMA SAKKA!!!

Kammasakka!!

And those Holy Words of the Short Exposition of Kamma

Did carry on into the Holy Supramundane Distances!

His Majesty the Holy King, then did expound

The importance of attending classes,

Illuminating the proper discourse thus:

When I have not attended class, I am wrong.

When I have, then be it done.

When late, then sorrow.

When on time, then reap the benefit of Joy!

Thus speaking He did then Leave

The Pennsylvania State University

School for Boys and Men

That was Located in Ancient Jambudeepa

Near its Center Country

Politically, symbolically and Geographically, some,

That other land, other realm,

In the Lands of Pasts and Foretold.

Kammasakka!

For Ancient Jambudeepa wasn’t very big

It really appeared in the eyes of the Elders

As an enormous countryside

Great, wicked, and vast

Pure, clean, on the one hand because of

Ancient Brahmana, and their disciples

And Noble Disciples of Buddha,

And Good Brethren,

Dirty and Sullied on the Other,

Because of the wicked actions of a few

And many.

The people would whom would be offered as human

Sacrifices, even Brahmana,

Such was the extreme level of abusive insults they

Pressed, no could tell what the real purpose was

For those hateful men and women to speak.

Though they may have been brought to justice,

Taken to trial, they was a swarm of them,

Like bees.

 



© 2015 Sawan


My Review

Would you like to review this Chapter?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

94 Views
Added on March 20, 2015
Last Updated on March 20, 2015