"All perfect wisdom by the word
Of wise Komaya I have heard.
Think me not now as I was late
Now 'tis my love to meditate."

Hereupon the anchorite repeated the third:

"If seed upon the rock you sow,
Though rain should fall, it' will not grow.
You may hear perfect wisdom still;
But meditate you never will."

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[449] When the Master had ended this discourse, he declared the Truths, and identified the Birth: "At that time these Brothers were the frivolous anchorites, but Komayaputta was I myself."

Footnotes

^305:1 Folk-Lore Journal, 3. 254.

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