National Institute of Informatics - Digital Silk Road Project
Digital Archive of Toyo Bunko Rare Books

> > > >
Color New!IIIF Color HighRes Gray HighRes PDF   Japanese English
0212 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1 / Page 212 (Grayscale High Resolution Image)

New!Citation Information

doi: 10.20676/00000231
Citation Format: Chicago | APA | Harvard | IEEE

OCR Text

contentment as you may find in household, in club,
or in office.

The predecessors of those whom we met in Leh
had grown old and had grown away from our world
in this sequestered western capital of Lamaism.
Age had come on to stale their powers, but not their
interest in this Himalayan home. Much persua-
sion, we were told, was needed to start them on
the twenty days' march to Rawal Pindi, where the
shrieking locomotive should remind them of that
noisy civilisation which was their birthright.

It was a stiff climb which took us up to the mon-
astery, temple, and palace, all looking protectingly
down upon white houses, half hid by trees, hay-
covered roofs, and broad bazaars. In the temple is
a great statue of Buddha thrusting its broad shoul-
ders through the roof, the head sheltered by an
added structure. One mounts a stair in order to
look into the quiet, benignant face. Here is no
agony of the Crucified. Repose of self-submersion,
of self-immersion, of the ''dew-drop in the ocean''
—that is the motive of a Buddhist artist. This was
Gautama's dream long time ago, and the dream has
been in the minds of millions since, and men have
tried to carve and paint this dream into the attitude,
into the face, into the very hands of Buddha statues,
hoping that other men, gazing in rapt vision, might
also have this dream, and that these many should
try to live it, and thus be led away from self, the
sooner to fall, formless, calm, as the dew-drop in
the ocean. For further guide to him who gropes,
candles are set at the feet of the statue, as saying,
''Here is eternal light!''