Next day one said : `` We go out to fight Sangor Gutok down the valley to discover '' -LRB- mark again how Lust is tied to Anger ! -RRB- `` which Abbot shall bear rule in the valley and take the profit of the prayers they print at Sangor Gutok . '' I went , and we fought a day . ' ` But how , Holy One ? ' ` With our long pencases as I could have shown ... I say , we fought under the poplars , both Abbots and all the monks , and one laid open my forehead to the bone . See ! ' He tilted back his cap and showed a puckered silvery scar . ` Just and perfect is the Wheel ! Yesterday the scar itched , and after fifty years I recalled how it was dealt and the face of him who dealt it ; dwelling a little in illusion . Followed that which thou didst see -- strife and stupidity . Just is the Wheel ! The idolater 's blow fell upon the scar . Then I was shaken in my soul : my soul was darkened , and the boat of my soul rocked upon the waters of illusion . Not till I came to Shamlegh could I meditate upon the Cause of Things , or trace the running grass-roots of Evil . I strove all the long night . ' ` But , Holy One , thou art innocent of all evil . May I be thy sacrifice ! ' Kim was genuinely distressed at the old man 's sorrow , and Mahbub Ali 's phrase slipped out unawares . ` In the dawn , ' the lama went on more gravely , ready rosary clicking between the slow sentences , ` came enlightenment . It is here ... I am an old man ... hill-bred , hill-fed , never to sit down among my Hills .
Three XXXXX I travelled through Hind , but -- can earth be stronger than Mother Earth ?
Abbot Abbots Kim Shamlegh lama night poplars rosary unawares years