Now if it were stored up for my grandson -- ' ` He that had the belly-pain ? ' ` To think the Holy One remembers that ! I must tell his mother . It is most singular honour ! `` He that had the belly-pain '' -- straightway the Holy One remembered . She will be proud . ' ` My chela is to me as is a son to the unenlightened . ' ` Say grandson , rather . Mothers have not the wisdom of our years . If a child cries they say the heavens are falling . Now a grandmother is far enough separated from the pain of bearing and the pleasure of giving the breast to consider whether a cry is wickedness pure or the wind . And since thou speakest once again of wind , when last the Holy One was here , maybe I offended in pressing for charms . ' ` Sister , ' said the lama , using that form of address a Buddhist monk may sometimes employ towards a nun , ` if charms comfort thee -- ' ` They are better than ten thousand doctors . ' ' I say , if they comfort thee , I who was Abbot of Such-zen , will make as many as thou mayest desire . I have never seen thy face -- ' ` That even the monkeys who steal our loquats count for again . Hee ! hee ! ' ` But as he who sleeps there said , ' -- he nodded at the shut door of the guest-chamber across the forecourt -- ` thou hast a heart of gold ... And he is in the spirit my very `` grandson '' to me . ' ` Good ! I am the Holy One 's cow . '
This was pure Hinduism , but the XXXXX never heeded . '
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