jãti tree with his own life in saÿsãra. Seeing that the tree
had rotted away, never to root and spring to life again, he
reckoned that, by keeping up his diligent practice, he would
surely find a way to reach a definite conclusion to his own
life in this very existence. The vast expanse of open field
symbolized the nature of the never-ending cycle of birth
and death.As he stood on the log contemplating this, a broad white
stallion trotted up and stood next to the fallen jãti tree. As
it stood there, Ãcariya Mun felt an urge to ride it. So, he
mounted the mysterious horse which immediately raced off
at full gallop. He had no idea where he was being taken or
why. The horse just continued galloping at full speed with-
out showing any obvious sign of direction or purpose. The
distance it traveled across the vast field seemed immeas-
urable. As they strode along, Ãcariya Mun saw a beauti-
ful Tipiåika cabinet^6 in the distance, adorned with exquisite
silver trim. Without guidance, the horse led him directly to
the enclosed bookcase, and came to a halt right in front of
it. The moment Ãcariya Mun dismounted with the aim of
opening the cabinet, the white stallion vanished without a
trace. As he stepped towards the bookcase, he noticed that
it was standing at the very edge of the field with nothing
in the background but more of the dense jungle, entangled
and smothered with undergrowth. He saw no way of pene-
trating it. When he came to the Tipiåika cabinet, he reached
out to open it; but, before he had a chance to discover the
contents inside, he woke up.