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From the Buddha's Life

Out from the dim past there flashes a "Light" of exceeding glory. The light of one whose birth the ages foretold; of one whom all Nature heralded with paens; of one who came filled with the Love Divine that marks the Savior.

Filled with the joy and warmth of youth; with beauteous, loving wife; about him all the pleasures of sight and sound that every sense delights. Carefully guarded by the huge, wondrous, triple gates that shut out the toil of the city's life, yet within that exquisite abode of love, there was in his heart the great strong Voice that brooked no denial calling him to his work.

Out from the beloved's dear presence it called him resistlessly; out through the perfumed halls where slept the sweet maids of the household; out through the fragrant gardens; out into the wild woods and the deserts; the mounts and the plains. Casting aside the deep broidered vestments; the glittering gold and silver. Clad but in the scant yellow of the religious beggar, many sore and weary years he wandered—and sought.

Not in fasting nor in torment of the flesh found he the Truth; not in lofty Philosophy nor aught else devised of man. Naught without him could tell him of that which he sought. Not till that ever holy night when he sat beneath the Sacred Bodhi Tree, while all the hosts of illusion gathered about him, and he had rejected them, did his spirit consciously unite Itself with the Eternal Light, One, Indivisible. He knew himself born of that Light; he and It one in Essence—and the world's manifest and unmanifest thrilled with added glory.

So will it ever be. With Renunciation comes the greater gain. But ye who blame the Master that he pained the gentle hearts of his best beloved ones, read ye the lesson aright. He renounced not the beloved ones, but for them renounced all. For them he sought; for them he won!

But the Greater Renunciation was yet to come. Just after that night of Triumph, when looking at the world of men there came the subtle, last Mâyâvic temptation, to try if any cloud, however small, dimmed the Serene Vision. "Teach not the people," it whispered; "what availeth it to cast the precious jewels of Truth before such poor fools who will trample them neath their feet. Take thou the bliss that thou hast won." But the God within him whispered that it were not well, the world moaned for such as he. And the whisper rang throughout his being, and the dazzling glory of freedom, in Heavenly Realms, from all earth's cares and toils he put away and went forth to the world that awaited him to tell it of his finding. And the hearts of men were gladdened and their burdens grew light as they looked upon him-—and they followed in his gentle footsteps.

Such is the destiny of all men. The goal is within us. The last great Triumph is when the Supremest Bliss is renounced for all men's sake that they may hear and know "The Word."

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