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Elliott B. Page
The Master of Compassion
Signed "Elliott B. Page." A poem on the Bodhisattva who forgoes nirvana to help humanity, with an epigraph from The Voice of the Silence.
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"To don Nirmanakaya's humble robe is to forego eternal bliss for self, to help on man's salvation."[1]
Voice of the Silence.
He on whose shoulders falls this robe,
No more of Self shall know;
All unperceived of man and earth,
He shall through Kalpas go;
Unknown, unheeded, disbelieved,
While ages ebb and flow.
No pause for rest, no thought of bliss,
Nor taste of heav'nly joy;
Unceasing toil, unceasing pain,
Woe, woe without alloy
Must recompense that stainless one
For all his sad employ.
The biting wind, the cruel frost,
The blasts of fiendish hate;
The heartbreak of a wretched world,
The cruelties of Fate;
The salt, salt tears of Sorrow's sea
For the Unselfish wait.
The Guardian Wall by such is built,
With hearts instead of stones,
By blood and tortures made secure;
Impelled by human groans,
These saintly ones for us forego
All bliss while Mis'ry moans.
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