Journalist Ma Malay - Forgotten Dreams

The sound of the brass drums echoed through the temple. Before the sound of the brass drums stopped, the sound of chanting a mantra came out of the temple in a clear and pleasant voice.

After paying homage to the Buddha, the young woman came out of the pagoda chanting the mantra and went to the balcony. On the balcony, she leaned her hands on the brick railing and looked up at the sky, reciting the Surasati mantra in a low voice.

The moonlight was shining directly on his face, and he was reciting the mantra nine times, breathing in the beautiful, cool moonlight.

On this quiet night, in the moonlight, he felt the sound of his own chanting as if it were coming from somewhere, softly and softly, and he felt more joyful than before. The joy brought him peace.

A sense of peace and tranquility filled my heart.

The stars that circled the moon's edge were brighter than usual.

The vast expanse of sky behind the bright full moon, like a large sapphire mat, competed with the pale blue moonlight.

As the girl gazed intently at the sky, the large mass of the moon's surface seemed to move, rising and falling, and the sky seemed to split apart from being one.

A reverential and beautiful arahant, with all the signs of strength, suddenly appeared.

The image of the arahant, created with mystical imagination, is gazed upon with awe, as if the true arahant were standing in the sky, clearly visible.

He calmly went and showed his face... While contemplating and absorbing the pure, undefiled glory of the Arahant, his body became as light as a leaf. For a moment, his mind became soft and gentle, his heart became calm and peaceful, and he felt a sense of peace and joy that he had never felt before.

The north wind was blowing gently. The fragrance of the flowers of the Sangdawku tree was floating in the wind, spreading its fragrance. The sand was scattered on the red brick road, and the sand flowers, which had been poured by the moonlight, were shining with a silvery glow.

A nail was knocked from a nearby ghat. The girl, who had been absorbed in her single-mindedness, moved from her stillness, seeing her surroundings and hearing the sound, looked towards the ghat. She could see the roof of the prison. She could see the life of the prisoners in the prison.

He felt the cool bliss of the moonlight, free from sorrow and peaceful.

Comparing them to the prisoners, who must be suffering and suffering in the moonlight, immediately changed their focus and became restless.

There may be people in prison who deserve to be executed on the gallows, and people who will spend years in prison. There may be people who are separated from their parents, separated from their children, separated from their wives,

Oh ... trouble • • • trouble.

The mind that had been clear and calm earlier was now confused. The monk in the sky was no longer there. The large brick wall and the gallows, lined with small bricks, were transferred to the buildings not far from the prison, so that they could disappear from sight.

The view from the balcony of the three-story building, facing the main road, was of a large hospital building, built in a closed-off area. The hospital was quiet and peaceful under the moonlight. I thought again of the patients who must be lying on the iron beds in the hospital, suffering.

While the girl was enjoying the moonlight, she tried to banish the negative thoughts from entering. She didn't want to look at the morgue that was visible on the other side of the hospital corridor, so she turned her face away and turned towards the office.

The two-story, tiled-roofed, oil-painted, and high-ceilinged office building was deserted at night.

Across the street from the office, I saw lights from a monastery in the large monastery compound.

The voice of the monks who were replying from the monastery was soft and gentle. I listened carefully and memorized the sound of the Dhamma, which was drawn out and mumbled. The sound of the Dhamma that came out one by one disappeared and appeared, and it was not clear. I kept my voice soft and gentle, and I listened attentively, listening to every sound of the Dhamma that I heard, listening attentively.

My mind became clear and bright again. The moon came out of the sky, nothing more than a star. I felt the bright, unobstructed light of color again.

In the large pond behind the monastery, where the entire city drinks, lotus flowers lie dozing in the moonlight, bent over the water.

He looked down at the light bulb on the lamppost in the corner of the house. The dim light was flickering in the moonlight, as if he had been using a flashlight in broad daylight.

After looking at the world, which was lit up by the moonlight from the roof, he entered the house.