Mr. Anan's water bowl. I've never heard that rank can make a difference between one person and another. I do not accept that thought. Everybody I see has two arms, two legs, two eyes, a mouth, a face, a nose. Where does the sun rise in the West for subordinates? Have these people ever felt happiness or suffering differently from anyone else? When they eat, their stomach is full. How are they different? Ananda was a great disciple of Buddha. As the uncle's uncle of the Buddha, he gave up the royal life, left home to follow the Buddha, stayed close to the Buddha for life. Ananda was the most intelligent, multicultural disciple of Buddha. His name is fragrant in the sutras. Story about him beautifying Buddha history. He is again a person with a beautiful face no one else. So there is the following story. One day, Venerable Ananda returned to the nunnery after going alms. After eating, he took the bowl to find water to drink. On the side of the road, a young girl was dropping dandruff in a well. He walked up to him, carrying the bowl empty. Prakirti (maiden): Venerable teacher, what do you need? Ananda: I ask you for a bowl of water. Prakirti: You are a mean person. Ananda: I just need drinking water. Prakirti: You are a mean person. Nobody drinks my water. Ananda: I just ask for water to quench my thirst. Water makes anyone thirsty, there is no distinction of class. Prakirti: You are a mean girl. Well water is clear, but to a superior, your water is not clean. No one but your level drinks this well water. Ananda: I never asked where you belong to? I just ask for drinking water. Prakirti: Don't you know? In this land there are two classes, superior and subordinate. You are a subordinate. Ananda: I don't care about your level. I just need drinking water. Prakirti: How can I give you water? You are a mean girl. There are people in the castle over there, those people are subordinates. As for people like you, we don't even have the right to look at them. They don't step on our shadow. When we got close, they avoided it. If they see us, they have to wash their faces with perfumes, washing and saying, "I just see the people of lowliness." Then how can I give you water? How do I get close to him to offer water? If a son's shadow falls on his body, he will also become a lowly people. Ananda: I don't care about rank. I only know that you are the same person as me. I've never heard that rank can make a difference between one person and another. I do not accept that thought. Everybody I see has two arms, two legs, two eyes, a mouth, a face, a nose. Where does the sun rise in the West for subordinates? Have these people ever felt happiness or suffering differently from anyone else? When they eat, their stomach is full. How are they different? Prakirti: It's not very different on the outside. But those who are superior thanks to the merits born into the superior. We sin: so we are born into subordinates. They were born from Brahma's mouth. And we are born from Brahma's feet. We have no right to study the Vedic scriptures. So we are inferior to all sides. We are lowly people. Ananda: My teacher doesn't teach that. She heard me read this sentence: “No jaccà vasalo hoti - Na jaccà hoti bràhmano. Kammanà vasalo hoti - Kammanà hoti Bràhmano ”(No one is born into a miserable person. No one is born as Brahmin). Frightened and shy, the young girl looked around. Her hands trembling, she bent down to bring the bucket of water to the mouth of the bowl to fill a full bowl of water. Sun fake Ananda thanked her and brought the water bowl. The young girl watched until Ananda disappeared in the distance. Looking at the fake religious shadow, the girl seemed to hear in her ears: "Please miss a bowl of water", "Please give me a bowl of water". How sweet words! How gentle words! Where are you so beautiful! Could it be that there are no other wells in this area? Is there only water in this well? Why did he immediately come to me asking for water? Am I the only girl in this area? But is she really just asking for water, regardless of whether she is a mean girl? That person must know! Children also know that they are lowly people, they know immediately when they are busy. Who is that beautiful person? Where do you from? Thank goodness for bringing him back to this well. Thanks to her, I learned that I am human, a young woman. Ever, I thought I was an animal, a girl - an animal. Oh, charming face! Oh, eyes filled with kindness! Oh, elegant figure, young, bright! How to meet you again now? How can I hear that sweet voice again? What to do if you can't see people again? Oh, if only I would be offered water every day! Every day I can say a few words to people! If you come again, I definitely won't let you go. I will bring people home and keep them. If I can watch people, I don't need to eat or drink. "Please have a bowl of water", "Please take a bowl of water", oh, the words are carved into the bottom of my heart. The lowly girl's mother: Prakirti! Prakirti! Why did you not see when you called me? Where did my daughter go? What's wrong with you? Did you have roots by the side of the well or something? Every time I go get water, too! Just chat with friends! Prakirti! Prakirti! Prakirti: Mom, here I am! Mother: Where are you? Prakirti: Here you are! By the well! Mother: It's noon already. The ground was hot and burned. Their daughters have come home to collect water, what are you doing there alone? Prakirti: Mommy, the voice is so sweet, mom. "Please have a bowl of water!" Mother: Could you please have a bowl of water? Who asked for water? Prakirti: A beautiful young man! Head shaved, I put on a yellow coat, carrying the bowl of water. A young man with a relaxed appearance. Mother: Shave your head? How can a young man shave his head and be beautiful? Didn't you know they shaved their heads to chase away the beauty? Prakirti: I don't know. But the man is so beautiful. His whole body was glowing with gold. Gentle eyes. The idyllic manner. That person is the embodiment of kindness and simplicity. Mother: Is he on the same level as me? Prakirti: Yes. He said to me a level. Mother: What level? Prakirti: Human class. Mother: You must hide your level when talking, right? How many lowly people in this area don't want to reveal their level. That attitude is humiliating. If everyone is proud of their level, there is no such thing as low class! You didn't tell that person that you were a mean girl, did you? Prakirti: I said I was mean. But that person refused to accept that. He just asked for water over and over again. He says: a person who becomes a brahmin or lowly is not born out of birth, but out of action. Mother: What else did he say? Prakirti: He says: Don't oppose the freedom that I have as a human being. Denying one's human nature by thinking that you have your own nature, that your own nature is low, contemptuous and irreversible, is more harmful than killing one's true nature. Lack of self-esteem is a lesser act than self-destructive. That person said. Everyone born on this earth is free human beings. After such birth, he said, freedom is narrowed down because of obstacles such as race, caste, religion, language, customs, parents, teachers, clergy, and custom. In my mind, I kept thinking of me as a lowly person bound by social customs. I kept thinking of me as a wild dog scouring for food scraps in the street. He gives me light. I thought to live a new life. Only today have I learned that I am a new member of human society. That person is light. That person is my light. "Please take a bowl of water!", "Please take a bowl of water!". How sweet words! Mother: He doesn't know anything about inferiority, but son, I know. People are born like this or that because of karma. Prakirti: So what did high-ranking people do to be born like that? Mother: They too, that is the result of karma. Prakirti: In any case, he told me that one does not become superior or low because of being born like that. He said: even though he is a king, even a Brahmin, even a monk, if he kills life, if he steals, if he is adulterous, if he says evil, if he gets drunk and drunk, then he will be a mean. Mother: That's what I just told you: it is the result of karma. Prakirti: Mom, not everything happens because of karma. I am an inferior person, not because of karma but for the society. I don't want to accept such nonsense. What's the name of the young man asking for his country? That's what I want to know. What does he do? I just want to know about it. Mother: I have already asked. His name is Ananda. He is a disciple of Buddha. He belongs to the lineage of Shakyamuni. Prakirti: What did he do? Mother: That person is a monk who has renounced the mundane life. Prakirti: Mom, that person is so incredibly nice. I don't care who that person is. I just want to see him forever. I cannot live without that person. I need Ananda. If I don't have that person, I will starve to death. Mom, please do your magic, you use up all the spells you know to bring Ananda back to you. If not, I will never see my only daughter again. I will starve until you bring Ananda to me. Mother: Our King Kosala is a devout Buddha. The king comes to Buddha every day. If the king knew that I loved Ananda, he would burn my house. The king will forbid us from humble people to live in this land. You harm everyone on our level. Prakirti: If that's the case then please say the mantra. Mother recited the mantra, Ananda came immediately. If you don't have Ananda, you can't live. Mother: Buddha is one who has no desire. And Ananda knows the Buddha's mantra. Buddha mantras kill all mantras. All right, I love you, I recite the mantra to you. The mother burns dry cow dung, hay, and adds firewood to make the fire burn. She threw flowers into the fire, wings and wings, and mouth recited the mantra: “Amale, vimale, kunkume sumane, yena baddhasi vidyut icchaya devo varsati, vidyotati garjati, vismayan, Maharajasya, samabhi vardhayitum, devebhyo manushyebhyo gandharvebhyah shikigra , Anandasyagamanaya, Samgamanaya, kramanaya, grahanaya juho svaha. While the mother humbly recited such a mantra, the venerable Ananda in the nunnery felt a turmoil in her mind. He left the nunnery and went straight to the humble girl's mother and daughter's house. Seeing the reverence coming from afar, the mother told her daughter to prepare the bed and pillow. Ananda entered the house, stopped, quiet. He noticed the young Prakirti girl with the red makeup and understood the mother's intentions. Sun fake knows he is in distress. Then he thought of the Buddha, and by thought, he prayed to the Buddha for help. With insight, the Buddha saw Ananda in distress, and then read a mantra: "Sthi racyutith sunitih svastih sarva pranibhyah sarah prasannam nirdosham prashantam sarvatobhayam itayo yatra shamyanti sarva siddhasca yoninani etena satya vakyena svastyanandaya bhiksave." The mother's mantra vanished. Venerable Ananda regained insight and returned to the nunnery. The young girl Prakirti told her mother to make Ananda come back, but the mother replied that the Buddha-mantra had dispelled all the mantras in this world. She said to her daughter: Ananda must have read the Buddha's mantra. Venerable Ananda escaped the mother's magic, returned to the nunnery, paid homage to the Buddha and respectfully stood beside him. Buddha said to the venerable: "Hey, Ananda, you must listen and remember this Sadaksara Vidyà sutta. This is a discourse that will bless monks, nuns, good men, and women. Hey Ananda, you must remember, have to ponder. The Buddha read: "Andare pandare karande keyurerci haste svara grive Bandhumati, viramati, dhara vidha cilimile, vilodaya, visani loke visa cala golamati gandavile cili mile satimimena yatha samvibhaketa golamati ganda vilayai svaha." “Ananda, whoever recites this sutra, he will be free if he is tortured. He will be released from punishment if someone gives a punishment. If he is frightened, he will be liberated from fear. Hey Ananda, whoever is protected by this sutra will never be overwhelmed by any action but the results of his previous life ". Venerable Ananda escaped the girl's mother's magic. But Prakirti, the lowly girl, kept secretly in love with him. One day, the venerable was going alms, Prakirti followed. Ananda did not go to alms again, went back to the nunnery, white Buddha. The young girl followed the false religious heels to the nunnery, standing hesitantly in front of the gate. The Buddha called for her to enter. Buddha: Is it true that you keep pursuing Ananda? Prakirti: White World, yes, I have pursued. Buddha: Why? Prakirti: Bạch Thế Tôn, let Ananda be your husband. Buddha: Is your duality so content? Prakirti: Yes, my parents agreed. Buddha: So I invited my parents to come here. Prakirti went home, told his parents that Buddha wanted to meet you two. Then she went with her parents to the nunnery. Buddha: The daughter of the two said she wanted Ananda to be her husband. Do you agree? The parents of the lowly girl: Bach The Ton, we agree. Our daughter says that she cannot live without the venerable Ananda. It says it will commit suicide if there is no veneration. Buddha: All right. You can go home, so Prakirti can stay here. The girl's parents paid homage to the Buddha and then retreated. Buddha: In this city of Savatthi I want as many young people to have. Why do you only love Ananda? Prakirti: I like you. I love you. My heart lightened up for him. I learned to think freely thanks to him. Thanks to you, I understand that I am a human being, a member of humanity. It was he who made me know that I also have all priorities, all rights, all freedom that any human being must have. While you are outraged by society, put down to the bottom of the trash hole, tortured with the whip of your caste, like a stray dog, you are the only one to teach you that you are also a member of the race. human. Therefore, he is my light. You are my new life. I cannot live without him. Only seeing him is my eye meeting grace. His voice is warm in my ear. He looked at me gently, his kind words carved into my heart. You must have a guy. Buddha: All right. I will give you Ananda. But you must do as I say. Prakirti: You can do whatever you want, if the Blessed One gives you Ananda. Buddha: If you want Ananda, you have to wear clothes like Ananda wears. Ananda shaved her head, I also had to shave. Ananda wore gold robes, and I also had to wear gold robes. If you do those things, You might have Ananda. Prakirti: White World, I will run home and come back here after doing what the Blessed One says. Prakirti ran home and told her mother what happened. The mother scolded her. Prakirti cried. She was starving. Mother: Children, are you crazy? Did you go on a hunger strike until you died? Prakirti: Mom, please shave my head. Mom doesn't, I will die. Mother: You are crazy, baby, the most beautiful woman is in the hair. When you have shaved your head, where's the beauty! Are you blind? What makes the woman more ugly? If my hair is cut, if my head is cut, how ugly! Is there any girl as beautiful as a child in this Savitthi? I will find you a worthy boy. Don't be in a hurry. Be patient a little more. What more beauty is there in a girl who has her hair cut! Don't be crazy, baby! Prakirti: I don't want anyone else. I just want Ananda. For you, he is beautiful. His face was shining like gold. I like the way he looks, his sweet voice says, his majestic appearance. On this earth, I don't want anyone else, but you. Mother: All right, eat it. Prakirti: I'm fasting until I cut my hair. Prakirti went on a hunger strike for several days afterward. Her mother was so afraid of her death, she had to cut her hair. Mother: Okay, now I'm like a nun. Surely everyone will be disappointed with you. This is the master's scheme of Ananda. No one returned home after being deceived by Him. He has hypnosis. Prakirti: It has nothing to do with it. I don't need everything if I have Ananda. I don't care if I have to beg on the street with him. Mother, I ran to Jetavana nunnery here. Mother: Go away. Then see what happens. The bald young Prakirti went to the Jetavana nunnery, wearing gold robes. She paid homage to the Buddha and then clasped her hands to stand beside. Hundreds of monks, including Ananda, sat around Buddha. Prakirti: Honoring the Blessed One! I did as the Religion had told me. Please give me Ananda. Buddha: Well done, you now deserve to receive Ananda. Before I give Ananda to you, please answer Me a few questions. Prakirti: Please ask Excellency. Buddha: What is your favorite place in Ananda? Appearance? Face? Eyes? Parlance? Gait? What? Prakirti: To me, Ananda's face was lush. Beautiful nose. Cute eyes. The ear is inviting. Sweet voice. Right thought. The whole figure is charming. Like that, I love all his human looks. Buddha: I consider Ananda's body beautiful. But if Ananda's skin was injured, it bleed. Otherwise it heals the swelling. It's hurt. Pus discharge. What I describe is beautiful, just the appearance that I see, limited in the outer skin. Thus, beauty or seduction is only due to the look of the flesh. If a person's skin is peeled off, no one will look at that person. If something inside of the body is overturned, the raven will attack, and must chase it with a stick. That body is not made of gold, silver, or ivory jade. Nor is it of gemstones, corals. That body is made of bones, skin, tendons, flesh, blood, saliva, feces ... That body is not worth anything when you look at it. If you look at the nature of it, it's disgusting. The uneducated person says it is beautiful. In essence it is impermanent like a bubble, like a bubble, dissolving like a flash, illusion like magic, like a dream. The body is ephemeral, uncertain, false. It was like a sack full of junk. When it's sick, I become my own enemy. If you fast for a day, if you don't take a bath for a day, if you don't rinse your mouth for a day, you will find yourself disgusting. All that disgusting gushed out of my body. The body is the refuge of sickness, of sadness, of fear, of misery. No one knows whether they will die today or tomorrow. The waste of the body disgusts me. The body is the brothel of revulsion. I cannot take this body with me. I can not give anyone this body. This skeleton consists of 300 segments, excluding teeth. The bones are connected to each other where 180 joints, 900 tendons are tied together. 900 pieces of flesh are attached to the tendons. The whole skeleton is surrounded by the skin, so we see nothing inside. The leather is polished thanks to the woven silk thread. This body has millions of pores. Waste spilled from the body like fat around a pan. It is home to millions of worms. It is a place of mourning and choosing to live. It is a waste skin with 9 vents. When the breath leaves this body, everyone is afraid, dare not touch it. Two days later, it stinked with waste that leaked out. Love this corpse or love that corpse, what's the difference? Love is due to desire. Where there is no desire, there is no passion. Wherever there is love, there is sorrow. From the day I started to love Ananda, I have realized how much sadness, crying, lamenting, loss of appetite, insomnia, depression, coma. Is all that not happiness? Now, please think carefully with your wisdom, see if Ananda's body is something lovely? Prakirti: Oh, the Enlightened One, I have absorbed the truth through Your teachings. I have seen the essence of the body that You describe. My heart was still relieved when I heard The Ton speak. I understand all the teachings That Religion teaches. Buddha: If so, I will fulfill my promise to give Ananda to you. Now you can go home with Ananda. Prakirti: Oh, the Enlightened One, I don't need to venerate Ananda anymore. The Word of Religion has healed my sickness, my madness. I'm not a young woman who can lower herself to be so mad. All passion has left my mind. May the Blessed One invite mercy to receive me into Your nuns. Buddha: My monks and nuns are as wide as the sea. How many rivers are flowing into the sea, mixing water together, no longer distinguishing the water of one river from that of the other, all has only one name, sea. Also, Moi does not distinguish low or high people, race, caste, country, Everyone can join My monks and nuns. Upon entering, all previous differences vanished, everyone lived together as a child of the same father, under the common name of Buddhists. Therefore, nothing prevents me from joining the nun. Prakirti joined the Nuns and became Arhat. Rumors of the Buddha's admission of a disgraceful girl into the nuns spread throughout Savitthi. About dozen generals, Brahmins, nobles, rich people were shaken. How, they wonder, can a lowly woman, when she becomes a nun, go into the house of someone who was born in the upper echelons? How could a person born at a higher rank get close to that woman? How could a woman receive alms food from high-level births? They came and talked to King Kosala. The king along with an entourage of people in the upper class, personally came to ask the Buddha. The Buddha called the nun Prakirti, Venerable Ananda and all the monks and nuns came around him, and then he asked the king and everyone if he wanted to hear the story of Prakirti's previous life. Everyone wants to hear. The Buddha said: In the past, on the banks of the Ganges River, there was a chauvinistic patriarch named Trishanka. He had a son with a delicate, intelligent appearance, learned all the Vedic scriptures. When the young man reached the age of marriage, the father proposed to the daughter of a Brahmin. That girl's name was Prakirti. The Brahmin was angry, claiming that the proposal was insulting. The low-minded patriarch brought all of the arguments to explain that such caste discrimination was not right, because everyone was human. Fortunately, the Brahmin father studied widely, understood a lot, so listening to such explanations accepted, willing to marry his daughter. That beautiful young Brahmin girl Prakirti was the past life of nun Prakirti present here. The son of the lowly patriarch was Ananda. I am the chauvinistic Trishanka of my previous life. People enjoy listening to stories. King Kosala and his entourage paid homage to the Buddha and left.END=NAM MO SHAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).GOLDEN AMITABHA MONASTERY=VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=THICH CHAN TANH.AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.2/3/2021.VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=THICH CHAN TANH.