Chit Oo Nyo - Shin Saw Pu

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Lut U Thabin, the right-hand man, the throne is bright and shining, higher than the mist, with a million suns, the moon is not the same, the Lord is pure, bright, gentle, gentle, gentle, gentle, trustworthy, trustworthy, gentle

The quiet room began to sway and sway in a gust of wind.

From the window, I could see the clear sky in the distance. The clear blue sky without any clouds, the sun shining brightly. Standing majestically in the sky is the Tigonsangdao Pagoda. A golden mountain rises above the Singuttara hill. The diamond-shaped umbrella and the bird's beak pierce the sky, representing the omniscience of knowing everything through the infinite universe.

Singuttara Hill and the Tigonsang Pagoda.

A white-screened window (near the window) was set up, and a bed was spread out. Pillows, cushions, and a blanket were arranged on the bed. The person lying on the bed said, “I have planted a lot of coconut trees on that wall, creating a shady atmosphere. I have also spread a flat surface on the ground outside the wall.”

The gold-plated stone umbrellas and stone oil lamps on the altar were also clearly visible in the Buddha's vision.

“In the Sasana building, among those meritorious works, the Buddha’s disciple Saw Pu carried them with his own hands and carried them on his head, and the people of the country also carried them with their hands and heads, and made offerings and alms, O Buddha, dedicating themselves to the merits and infinite graces of the Three Jewels. They did so for the sake of meritorious works…”

I was about to say a prayer, but the words that had been lingering in my mind, like a silent petition, stopped.

Idam may punyam asavatkhayam vaham hotu, Idam may punyam bodhinanassa pisyayo hotu, Idam may punyam nirvanassa pisyayo hotu... all these prayers and supplications automatically come to mind. However,

Before reaching the ultimate destination, the end of the cycle of existence, the end of the path of liberation from the cycle of existence, there will still be periods and intervening lives. Body and mind will still arise. As long as the cycle of existence is not yet complete and complete, in the process of transcending life, ...

What kind of life do you want to have? Should you pray?

Long-lived, beautiful, wealthy, strong, noble...

The Queen doesn't want to consider these awards.

I have experienced the fullness of life, beauty, wealth, strength, and caste, which are not real happiness, and the terrible consequences on the other side. I have been swept away by the waves of the four worldly wealth and the other four worldly wealth, I have been swept away by the waves

The heart is broken, and the sight is bad due to the wounds.

While carrying that heart-wrenching burden, Zara planted the flag. Byadhi raised the banner. The end is not far away.

The Queen was not afraid of death at all.

I am ready to die. I have prepared food, a boat, and a suitcase for the journey. Even the traveler can challenge himself again.

He has enriched his karma with accumulated alms, moral merit, and meditation merit.

I will pray for those meritorious deeds, standing firm in my faith... What kind of prayer?

The gift of Nibbana is not to be abandoned, but is to be focused. However, the path of Arahantship, the fruit of Arahantship, is not yet attained, and one knows one's own essence. One will still possess a new body and a new form and name. All the karma one has done will continue to be reflected in that new body and form and name, always showing its virtue.

What should I pray for?

In every life...

A series of blessings appeared in my mind. Those I had asked for myself, those others had asked for, those found in the scriptures, those said by my son-in-law, Dhammazedi. •••

All these types of rewards do not cling to anything in the mind. They do not become a state of being. They do not arise in desire.

At that moment, a sound of heavy footsteps came from the door of the palace. The one who entered, keeping the sound of the footsteps safe, was the Queen's daughter, Naitaka, the queen of the King of Dhammazedi.

The queen sat down next to the queen's bed and knelt down. She glanced at the queen from the bed. The queen knew she had arrived. But she did not greet her. She did not even glance at her. She only looked at the distant Tigonsang through the window.

The upper and lower eyelids of the bleary eyes were still curling and drooping. However, the deep gaze from the always bright eyes of the great mother still defied age and indifference.

These are the eyes of a queen. These are the eyes of Shin Saw Pu.

The queen of the King of Hanthawaddy, the full-fledged Dhammazedi, gently transitioned to her daughter in the presence of an elderly mother. At that moment, the queen's and queen's expressions on the daughter's face were completely removed.

The queen, ignoring her daughter, son-in-law, and noble concubines, gazed intently at the top of the Singuttara hill.

At that time, when I had not yet prayed for the unseen and unknown life in the next cycle, the past images of the present life that I had seen, heard, and known began to emerge one by one at the door of memory.

This region of Dagon, Nay Pyi Taw, this palace, this wind-blown window, this time when the sun was shining like this, before the time when it was lying like this, past events from that side...

The vast blue expanse of the sun-drenched ocean became a vast expanse through which thoughts traveled back to the past.

The images from years past come to life fresh. Events that may or may not be forgotten. Inscriptions written with heart and blood. The people involved, the events

Events, people, kings, nobles, soldiers, queens, maids... And the sounds of war songs.

Feeling without hesitation, thinking and analyzing, Shin Saw Pu...

At the end of this journey into the past, when you return to the present, it will automatically become clear what kind of reward you should ask for...

I heard a voice inside me.

The past is no longer a dark, terrifying abyss. It is now pleasant to reflect on the life I have lived through, lying on the edge of my bed, facing the Buddha.

The past does not swallow us up.

He boldly stepped into the past.

This is a portrait of the life of a woman named Shin Saw Pu.