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his silver bell, and an attendant entered.
Until food and drink was placed before us we sat in
silence, I thinking of the sureness with which all my offences
were found out and punished almost before they were com-
mitted. Once again a voice broke into my thoughts. "Lob-
sang! You are day-dreaming ! Food, Lobsang, Food is
before you and you, you of all people, do not see it." The
kindly, bantering voice brought me back to attention and
almost automatically I reached out for those sweet sugared
cakes which so greatly entranced my palate. Cakes which
had been brought from far-off India for the Dalai Lama,
but which through his kindness were available to me.
For some moments more we sat and ate, or rather I ate,
and the Lama smiled benevolently upon me. "Now, Lob-
sang," he said when I showed signs of repletion, "what is
all this about?"
"Master," I replied, "I was reflecting upon the terrible
Kharma of the monk who died. He must have been a very
wicked man in many lives past. So thinking, I forgot all
about the temple service, and the Proctor came upon me
before I was able to escape."
He burst out with a laugh, "So, Lobsang, you would
have tried to escape from your Kharma if you could!" I
looked glumly at him, knowing that few could outrun the
athletic proctors, so very fleet of foot.
"Lobsang, this matter of Kharma. Oh how it is mis-
understood by some even here in the Temple. Make
yourself comfortable, for I am going to talk to you on this
matter at some length."
I shuffled around a bit and made a show of "getting
comfortable". I wanted to be out with the others, not
sitting here listening to a lect
date: Fri, 8 Nov 2007 18:25:03 GMT
author: Sara B. Boes
