day, a little boy visited our
monastery with his mother and somehow felt envious of our
hairdo (or no-hairdo). Convinced that a clean-shaven
head would make him feel cooler in summer, he pestered his
mother for shaving his head. When refused, he sat on the
Small children are masters at getting what they want through
crying. But still, some children never know there is such
an easy way of communication, for instance, No Dust.
No Dust’s parents divorced and he was sent to live with
his grandma when his mother and step father went
to city looking for work. They never returned home, while
the grandmother was getting older and weaker by the day.
A man running a circus offered
to take care of the boy, but a life of wandering from place
to place was not what the old lady wished for her grandson.
She’d rather to send him to an orphanage, but her request
was turned down as the boy wasn’t an orphan. Fearing she
might die at any moment and left the boy alone, she finally
sought help from our monastery.
By then the monastery barely got by on a day to day basis,
but after a discussion, the masters agreed to look after
the poor boy for the old woman, and gave him a Buddhist name
No Dust. That year, the boy was four-year old.
When No Dust just arrived, he seldom spoke, nor did he laugh
much. His tiny little heart was anxious within him. From
time to time, he would ask me in a small voice, “Will you
send me away again?” And I had to keep assuring him that
we would not. It took quite a while for this little boy to
feel secure about his place in the monastery.
Another little novice No
Fool is just a little older than No Dust. And No Fool
is full of life. Although he is a mischievous boy, when
he is with his little friend, No Fool acts like a big brother,
being protective and considerate. Under the cheerful influence
of No Fool, No Dust has eventually transformed into a happy
But the boy who sitting on the floor crying on that hot
summer day was not happy. He was grown up in an environment
in which he never experienced fear an anxiety; he was yet
to realise that the life is never meant to be perfect, and
many of our desires and longings are left unsatisfied and
unfulfilled. He didn’t know that, so he kept crying until
his mother gave in.
On hearing his mother’s consent, the boy broke into a smile
through tears, and swiftly left the floor for a bench to
station himself under Master Wisdom Forever‘s shaving blade.
Soon his little head was free of hair like that of No Dust
and No Fool, and the boy gleefully ran to the backyard playing
in the sun.
However, it didn’t take much long for the boy to run back
to the hall crying again. With a clean shaven head, he
felt scorching hot under the sun.
A spoiled boy can never be truly content with his life.
(You can visit Monk No Anger's personal blog to read his
original posts in Chinese at "http://787129669.qzone.qq.com")