Questions on becoming Monk
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inside the very Samsara?
What dress you would wear?
What kind of monastery you would live in?
What attachment you would shed?
What mantra you would chant?
What heart you would carry?
What dharma you would practice?
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Note : ‘Samsara’ literally means wandering on. Also point out to the 'phenomenal reality', the web of life, the finite world of change.
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| posted by Sadiq Alam @ 10:55 AM
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I guess we all are monks and nuns in Samsara.
So here are my answers:
How to be a monk of the Samsara,
inside the very Samsara?
--Be alive, and aware of life, loving all those you minister to in samsara.
What dress you would wear?
--My body, and whatever clothing deemed appropriate at all the various situations.
What kind of monastery you would live in?
--For now, my apartment. I'm willing to relocate to another monastery as impermanence rolls on.
What attachment you would shed?
--The one I can't: my self.
What mantra you would chant?
--
"Alakazam, Alakazotz!
Frimmin' at the jimjam,
fripping at the krotz!"
What heart you would carry?
--The one I haven't yet--the heart of Christ.
What dharma you would practice?
Compassionate Life.
Sadiq, your insights and questions are moving. Thank you.
It seems to me that to be a monk in samsara would be to renounce nothing. It would continue to be attached to monkness.
To escape samsara, one must 'simply' be. Simply? Not so simple. Or is it?
Thanks jon and Kevin.
I liked your answers Jon. Brilliant.
You said it best Kevin when u said,
"It seems to me that to be a monk in samsara would be to renounce NOTHING" I loved that.
This world is not creatd to renounce in literal sense but to live in and give it back.
Hello,i was just taking a break from reading for exams by browsing when i stumbled on ur website,was very impressed!Noticed ure a fan of Paul Coehlo too,hmmm,well let me recommend 2 equally books i've come across to u.The 1st is "the monk who sold his ferrari" and the 2nd,one of the most beautiful books i've ever laid my hands on,"the autobiography of a yogi-Yoganada.Would reaaly like to know u.Fortunately i'll be thru with my exams 2moro. Shalom,Salaam and Peace!
Beloved Lanre,
Thanks a lot for visiting and caring to comment. all the comments really brings me joy, cause then i can see the work did some service to other.
Yes i love Paulo Coelho a lot. The two book u mentioned, the last i hv fortunately. but i haven't finished reading it. i bought it quite long time ago, but left it to my native country when i moved to singapore for study. surely i look forward to read it when i go back.
the first book, the monk who sold his ferrari... i will definitely try to read it, God willing.
All the best to your exam, and blessings to your results. i would love to know u as well. do drop me an email here, mailsadi@yahoo.com so that i know ur email address for further communication between our souls.
Saalam, Shalom and Peace to u as well.
Pls let me know how the exam go.
Br. Sadiq
You seem to have an excellent insight.
I think your readers will enjoy this story about being a monk:
A man’s car broke down as he was driving past a beautiful, old monastery.
He walked up the drive and knocked on the front door of the monastery.
A monk answered, listened to the man’s story and graciously invited him to spend the night. The monks fed the man and led him to a tiny chamber in which to sleep. The man thanked the monks and slept serenely until he was awakened by a strange sound.
The next morning, as the monks repaired his car, he asked about the sound that woke him. The monks said, “We’re sorry. We can’t tell you about the sound. You’re not a monk.” The man was disappointed, but eager to be gone, so he thanked the monks for their kindness and went on his way.
During quiet moments afterward, the man pondered the source of the alluring sound. Several years later, the man was driving in the same area. He stopped at the monastery on a whim and asked admittance. He explained to the monks that he had so enjoyed his previous stay, he wondered if he might be permitted to spend another night under their peaceful roof. The monks agreed and the man stayed. Late that night, he heard the sound.
The next morning, he begged the monks to explain the sound. The monks said, “We’re sorry. We can’t tell you about the sound. You’re not a monk.”
By now, the man’s curiosity had turned to obsession. He decided to give up everything and become a monk if that was the only way to learn about the sound. He informed the monks of his decision and began the long and arduous task of becoming a monk.
Seventeen years later, the man was finally established as a true member of the order. When the celebration ended, he humbly went to the leader of the order and asked to be told the source of the sound.
Silently, the old monk led the new monk to a huge wooden door. He opened the door with a golden key. That door swung open to reveal a second door of silver, then a third of gold and so on until they had passed through twelve doors, each more magnificent than the last.
The new monk’s face was awash with tears of joy as he finally beheld the wondrous source of the mysterious sound he had heard so many years before.
But, I can’t tell you what it was. You’re not a monk.
[source: http://www.muditajournal.com/archives/000167.php ]
btw, your flute audio (auto load) in not working well. Check out. I do have real and window media players. So the source of origin may be the problem.
Best, MT
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hello Taher,
Thanks for the beautiful story and comment.
What was the sound, i ask again :)
i fixed the audio. hope it works now.
But I am a monk! Tell me :-)
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