Word: nirvana
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Indus, Indians who loudly object to fighting Germans in the name of Empire last week fought each other in the name of their various gods. Moslems, claiming the Manzilghaut (Government building) near the river as an ancient mosque site, besieged it, captured it, and threatened to hold it until nirvana-come. Whereupon Hindus swept the city, storming, looting, burning Moslem shops...
Thereafter, while regents ruled Tibet, the Panchen Lama, a paunchy little god with false teeth, sought unceasingly to return to the land of his birth. Last week word reached China that, instead, His Serenity had gone to his Nirvana, aged 54. The thoroughly kindly, intelligent pontiff had died at the Tibetan border town of Jyekundo where, for days, his priestly retinue had twirled prayer wheels, chanted the mystic syllables Om Mani Padme...
...intends to leave them and her home. She will have her head shaved, put on the. yellow robe of a mendicant nun, divest herself of all possessions except a bowl and a prayer chain, "and in the Ori ent enter some retreat or live alone, the homeless life, seeking Nirvana...
...twirled their prayer-wheels uneasily, muttering the potent Buddhist charm: Om mani padme hum ("Hail to the jewel in the lotus flower"). Three nights before, some 1,000 miles to the southwest of Peiping, the great Dalai Lama, Venerable Ocean Treasure and Jewel of Majesty, had gone to his Nirvana, aged 60, in the Potala, his massive fortress-palace in Lhasa high on the bleak plateau of Tibet. Dead, some said, of poisoning, was the 13th reincarnation of Buddha, absolute ruler of Tibet and of many a Buddhist elsewhere, Ah-Wang-Lo-Pu-Tsang-To-Pu-Tan -Chia...
...moment he toys with the idea of completing this marvelous day by inviting his soul in a boat, but his more mundane friends, drag him off on their worldly course. The Easter afternoon blurs and shimmers in a quintessential furor of sheer delight. The Vagabond realizes that Nirvana is near. The day wears away; the sun is setting in a receptive, motherly, western glow; in a culminative ecstasy of bliss, the Vagabond sits on the edge of a pool in the Common, watching the dying orb, and dabbling in the placid water with the tips of his toes...