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234 THE DHAMMAPADA: THE WAY OF THE BUDDHA, VOL. 9-12 You are not really sitting silently; otherwise, who is telling you weeds are growing? Your mind is still functioning, whispering things to you. It is your mind! If you are really silent there is no mind then whether weeds grow or roses grow it is all the same to you. What difference is there? Can’t you enjoy weeds? They are beautiful people! See the weeds swaying, dancing in the wind, in the sun.... What do you think is lacking in them which roses have? Nothing is lacking. This is just an idea, and ideas change. It is possible one day that roses may go out of fashion, weeds may become an ”in” thing. A hundred years ago nobody had ever thought that cactuses would be loved by people, but now the cactus is ”in” and the rose is ”out.” To talk about the rose looks old-fashioned, looks orthodox, conventional; to talk about cactuses is avant-garde, it shows that you are modern, contemporary. People are keeping cactuses in their bedrooms dangerous cactuses, poisonous cactuses, which can kill you! But they have come into fashion, and once something comes into fashion there are so many fools who start appreciating it. People simply go on following whatsoever is made fashionable by a few clever and cunning people. Just a hundred years ago nobody would have liked Picasso’s paintings, and now Picasso is the greatest artist not only of this century but of the whole history. What has happened? Just the fashion has changed. People get tired of one thing; they go on moving to the opposite extreme. Roderick, there is nothing wrong in weeds! There is nothing wrong in anything. The idea of right and wrong means the mind is there. You are not sitting silently and you are not sitting doing nothing. You are discriminating, and that is action. You are labeling, and that is thinking. And you are judging. Drop all judgment, all labeling, all discrimination... and just watch weeds growing. So what let them grow! When you don’t have a mind at all, you are also a weed; so weeds growing around you, it is not something strange weeds surrounding a weed! Enjoy! Once a Zen master was asked by a king because the master was a great painter to paint a picture of a bamboo. The master said, ”It will take time.” ”How long?” asked the king. The master said, ”That is difficult to say, but at least two or three years.” The king said, ”Are you mad or something? You are one of the greatest painters. I was thinking you could just draw it right now!” He said, ”That is not the problem, drawing a bamboo is not the problem but first I have to be a bamboo; otherwise how do I know what a bamboo is? I want to know the bamboo from the inside! So I will have to go and live in a bamboo grove. Now, one never knows how long it will take. Unless I know the bamboo from within I cannot paint it. That has been my practice my whole life: I paint only that which I have known from its deepest core.” The king said, ”Okay, I will wait.” One year passed. He sent a few people to see what was happening, whether the man was alive or dead. They came back and said, ”The man is alive, but we don’t think that he is a man anymore he is a bamboo! He was swaying with the bamboos in the wind. We passed by his side; he didn’t take any notice. We said, ’Hello!’ He didn’t hear. We wanted to talk to him. We looked at his eyes they were so empty that we became frightened; either he has gone mad or something has happened. And he can do anything, so we escaped. He may kill or, who knows? he may jump upon us! He is no more the same man.” The king himself went to see, and the master was swaying in the wind, in the sun. And the king asked, ”Sir, what about my painting?” He didn’t answer. After three years he appeared at the court and he said, ”Now bring the canvas and the paints. I am ready. And why were you people disturbing me again and again? If you had not disturbed me I would have come a little earlier. These fools from your court, they were saying things to me. They were saying, ’Hello!’ Do you say hello to a bamboo? They disturbed the whole thing. It took months for me to again settle into being a bamboo and to forget that I am a man. And then you came and you said, ’Sir.’ Is that the way to address a bamboo? ’When are you going to paint?’ Has anybody ever heard that bamboos paint? You are a fool, you are surrounded by fools! I had told you that I would come whenever I was ready.” The canvas was brought, the brushes and the color, and within seconds he drew the bamboo. And it is said that the king wept for joy. He had never seen such a painting: it was so alive! It was no ordinary painting. It was not from the outside, it was from the bamboo as if a bamboo had sprouted on the canvas, not been painted. Roderick, sit silently doing nothing, and let things happen whatsoever is happening. If weeds are growing, let them grow. They have the right to grow as much as you have the right to grow. And if you allow everything without any judgment, if you are nonjudgmental, you will grow to such pinnacles of joy and benediction that you cannot imagine right now.
THE DHAMMAPADA: THE WAY OF THE BUDDHA, VOL. 9-12 235 The seventh question: Question 7 BELOVED MASTER, IT IS TERRIBLE WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT ITALIANS. TRUE, OF COURSE, BUT TERRIBLE. Adi, I know it is terrible, but what can I do? I love the Italians and I want to talk about them as much as I can. They are beautiful people. I hit only when I love. You should be worried about those whom I am not hitting. For example, I have not yet hit the Dutch. I am waiting when I have gathered enough love for them I am going to hit them too! It is my way of showing love and showering love. Why don’t Italians believe in reincarnation? Well, look at it this way: who would want to come back to life as an Italian? A woman with a baby in her arms was sitting in the waiting room at a railway station in Italy, sobbing bitterly. Up came a porter and asked her what the trouble was. ”Oh, dear me,” she cried, ”some people were in here and they were so rude to me about my son. I’m all upset they said he was so ugly!” ”There, there now, luv,” said the porter soothingly. ”Don’t worry about it. I tell you what how about a nice cup of tea?” ”You are very kind,” she said, wiping her eyes. ”That would be very nice.” ”And while I’m at it,” he said, ”how about a banana for your monkey?” An Italian with a one foot high man sitting on his shoulder walked into a bar and ordered a scotch and soda. The barman was stunned but delivered the drink as ordered. Just as the fellow was about to drink it, the little man knocked it out of his hand. He ordered another one, and again the little man knocked the drink onto the floor. This scene was repeated three times. Finally, the bartender could stand it no longer. ”What’s going on here?” he asked. ”It is a long story,” the Italian said, ”but many years ago I was in Egypt and found a magic lamp. I rubbed it and a genie offered me three wishes. First I wished for ten million dollars. Then I wished for everlasting life.” ”Sounds great,” said the bartender. ”What was your third wish?” ”I wished for a prick twelve inches long.” Get it? Remember if you come across a genie some time, never ask for the third wish. Look in the dictionary to find out the real meaning of ”prick.” The last question: Question 8 BELOVED MASTER, I FEEL SHOCKED WHEN YOU USE THE WORD ’FUCK’. WHAT TO DO? Sargamo, it is one of the most beautiful words. The English language should be proud of it. I don’t think any other language has such a beautiful word. One Tom from California has done some great research on it. I think he must be the famous Tom of Tom, Dick and Harry fame. He says: One of the most interesting words in the English language today is the word ’fuck’. It is one magical word: just by its sound it can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love. In language it falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John), and as a noun (Mary is a fine fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful). As you can see there are not many words with the versatility of ’fuck’. Besides the sexual meaning, there are also the following uses: Fraud: I got fucked at the used car lot. Ignorance: Fucked if I know. Trouble: I guess I am fucked now! Aggression: Fuck you! Displeasure: What the fuck is going on here? Difficulty: I can’t understand this fucking job. Incompetence: He is a fuck-off. Suspicion: What the fuck are you doing? Enjoyment: I had a fucking good time. Request: Get the fuck out of here! Hostility: I am going to knock your fucking head off! Greeting: How the fuck are you?
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