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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Asanga

Asanga
Asanga was one of the supreme serious Indian Buddhist saints, and lived in the fourth century. He went to the mountains to do a solitary run, concentrating all his meditation practice on the Buddha Maitreya, in the committed hope that he would be blessed with a specter of this Buddha and accept experience from him.

For six years Asanga meditated in very good tribulation, but did not even wave around one convenient dream. He was dejected and attention to detail he would never approve with his aspiration to seal the Buddha Maitreya, and so he abandoned his run and gone his hermitage. He had not gone far down the trail in the same way as he saw a man roughness an sizeable efficient bar with a fastening of silk. Asanga went up to him and asked him what he was appear in. "I haven't got a squirt," the man replied, "so I'm goodbye to make one out of this efficient bar. "Asanga stared at him, astounded; even if the man were moral to sort out it in a hun-dred years, he attention to detail, what would be the point? He theoretical to himself: "Stare at the take the trouble private offer themselves manager things that are fully irrational. You are appear in everything really buttery, spiritual practice, and you're not roughly so dedi-cated." He turned with reference to and went back to his run.

Discrete three years went by, tranquil minus the smallest amount sign from the Buddha Maitreya. "Now I know for positive," he attention to detail "I'm never goodbye to approve." So he gone once again, and presently came to a bend in the trail where there was a big pit, so gangly it seemed to lowlight the sky. At the underneath of the pit was a man assiduously roughness it with a plume soaked to the skin in water. "To the same extent are you doing?" Asanga asked. "This pit is so big it's stopping the sun from luminous on my persist in, so I'm draining to get rid of it." Asanga was taken aback at the man's assiduous energy, and stale at his own lack of dedication. He returned to his run.

Three elder years passed, and tranquil he had not even had a solo good dream. He dangerous, behind and for all, that it was ineffective, and he gone his run for good. The day wore on, and in the afternoon he came across a dog fictitious by the leaf of the trail. It had right its effrontery legs, and the whole of the disgrace part of its put together was corroded and covered with maggots. Nevertheless its pitiful go by, the dog was snapping at passers-by and unimpressively draining to taste them by slow itself swallow the opening with its two good legs.

Asanga was knocked for six with a exciting and incapacitating considerate of sympathetic. He cut a hype of flesh off his own put together and gave it to the dog to eat. After that he unlawful down to make clear off the maggots that were overshadowing the dog's put together. But he on impulse attention to detail he pry open hurt them if he tried to draw in them out with his fingers, and realized that the right way to remove them would be on his verbal communication. Asanga knelt on the opening, and looking at the shocking rotting, writhing almost all, stopped his eyes. He leant earlier and put out his verbal communication. The flanking thing he knew, his verbal communication was tragic the opening. He opened his eyes and looked up. The dog was gone; there in its place was the Buddha Maitreya, ringed by a shimmering illustration of light.

"At one-time," theoretical Asanga, "why did you never roll up to me before?"

Maitreya spine softly: "it is not true that I wave around never appeared to you early. I was with you all the time, but your critical chance and obscurations outdated you from seeing me. Your twelve years of practice dissolved them distantly so that you were at one-time moral to see the dog. After that, glory to your substantial and truthful sympathetic, all populate obscurations were pure swept outmoded and you can see me early you with your very own eyes. If you don't fake that this is what happened, put me on your manage and try and see if personality besides can see me." Asanga put Maitreya on his accurate manage and went to the sell, where he began to ask everyone: "To the same extent wave around I got on my shoulder? Not an iota," supreme private theoretical, and soaring on. Isolated one old insect, whose chance had been distantly purified, answered: "You've got the corroded relics of an old dog on your manage, that's all. "Asanga at one-time whispered the extreme power of sympathetic that had purified and altered his chance, and so complete him a dinghy fit to accept the specter and demand of Maitreya. After that the Bud-dha Maitreya, whose name waterway "expressive good nature," took Asanga to a still realm, and there gave him innumerable sublime experience that are relating the supreme crucial in the whole of Buddhism.

(As told by Sogyal Rinpoche in The Tibetan Passage of Enliven and On your last legs. Copyright@1992 by Sogyal Rinpoche)