From 9b86cb905335332d4cc324448a92d79acb51a6c9 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Chris Koeritz Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2013 10:31:16 -0400 Subject: [PATCH 1/1] new fortune. --- database/fortunes.dat | 26 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 26 insertions(+) diff --git a/database/fortunes.dat b/database/fortunes.dat index fb156fa6..7e6380fd 100644 --- a/database/fortunes.dat +++ b/database/fortunes.dat @@ -39147,3 +39147,29 @@ Pete's Song: My fur reeks like Racoon dead six weeks. Feed me! +~ +The Epic of Gesar + +Through aspiration prayers and arousing bodhicitta, for the noble families the +time had come to tame the māras and cannibal demons of Tibet, and resounding +as self-arising formless sound from the sky was this song, which invokes the +enlightened mindstreams [of all the sages]: + + E MA HO + Unborn primordially empty dharmadhatu, + Unobstructed ground for the arising of phenomena, + The strength of emptiness free from the extremes of existing or not, + Listen to this song, a self-arising spontaneously present song. + + Without considering the six grains of the three months of autumn, + Why toil in the fields in the three months of spring? + Without considering the abundance of the plunder, + Why wave your arms to summon enemies and disputes? + Without considering the benefit of others, + Why single-pointedly practice to try to accomplish enlightenment? + + Failing to know the minds of those to be tamed, one is not a buddha. + Failing to fulfill the welfare of others is not the sacred dharma. + Failing to lead others to liberation is not the sangha. + + -- from The Epic of Gesar of Ling, "Gesar’s Birth and Childhood" -- 2.34.1