Chapter one journey to the place of peace

Ooh! I am pretentious and making myself beautiful and pretentious! People from all walks of life chase me, including the young and the aged. There are even some people who work tirelessly through the night to get a hold of me. I am money a 1000.

Once, an o 70 year old man wrapped me in a plastic, fearing that he would lose me. It made it difficult for me to breathe as if I was being suffocated to death. I sweated and wondered curiously where the old man wanted to take me to.

Slowly and silently, I could unwrapped the plastic that covered me and could peek outside. when I could have the outside view, I observed that the old man had a white mustache like a goatee of an animal. He held his beads of rosary in one hand while his other hand tightly clutched on his walking stick. Everything appeared to be found with him, except for the foul smell from his body due to lack of bath and pungent smell from his mouth as if he hadn't brushed teeth for years.

Despite his poor sanitation, he recited the mantra of Avalokiteshvara and made me feel thoughtful thinking about his devotion to the precious teachings of the Lord Buddha.

Nearly three hours later, I woke up in the pocket of the old man and checked where I reached.To my utter surprise, I found my brothers and sisters moving from one hand to another in exchange of red hot flesh and bones in a meat shop. I, Panda wangmo, feared the same fate of being exchanged with the flesh of animals. it made me feel forlorn and discontent. Back in the pocket of the old man, I prayed to the rare and precious Ken Cho Sum to not let the man exchange me with the flesh and bones in innocent animals. The growing anxiety coupled with the accumulation of excessive heat inside the pocket of this senior owner put me into a state of trance, and I fell asleep.

when I woke up again, I heard the sound of a spinning Mani Dungkor. The holy sound provided me a peace of mind making me wonder whether I have ascended to the upper heaven of happiness by leaving the underworld of suffering.I envisioned that if what I am experiencing is true, may I live in such a peaceful place for all times. I felt like I would be more grateful to be offered in an altar than to have exchanged with flesh and bones.No sooner I am done with my prayers to be in the altar than the old man kept me in front of the statue of Guru Padmasambhava as if the gods heard my prayers.I had the joy of living in a serene place inside the altar. Varying scents of incense sticks and daily offerings made me feel elated in front of all the statues in the monastery.

Realizing the truth of life, I engaged myself in reciting prayers to the lords. Even though I felt happy to be in a place that I desired the most, I felt anxious at some points. Doubts about some people trying to take me away from the temple disturbed my peace of mind. This dubious thought made me feel insecure, and I have to live my life in an altar with a feeling of simultaneous contentment and anxiety.

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