His life, like a descending moon approaching the hill that should
hide it, was passed in meditation on that Incarnate Love and
Compassion whose glory had augustly been made known to him, and
having cast aside all save the image of the Divine from his soul,
His Majesty became even as that man who desired enlightenment of
the Blessed One.
For he, desiring instruction, gathered precious flowers, and
journeyed to present them as an offering to the Guatama Buddha.
Standing before Him, he stretched forth both his hands holding
the flowers.
Then said the Holy One, looking upon his petitioner's right hand;
"Loose your hold of these."
And the man dropped the flowers from his right hand. And the Holy
One looking upon his left hand, said;
"Loose your hold of these."
And, sorrowing, he dropped the flowers from his left hand. And
again the Master said;
"Loose your hold of that which is neither in the right nor in the
left"
And the disciple said very pitifully;
"Lord, of what should I loose my hold for I have nothing left?"
And He looked upon him steadfastly.
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