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<strong>THE</strong> <strong>DHAMMAPADA</strong>: <strong>THE</strong> <strong>WAY</strong> <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BUDDHA</strong>, <strong>VOL</strong>. 9-<strong>12</strong> 243<br />

Drop the ego and see the beauty of egolessness. <strong>The</strong>n there is no hatred, no anger. You become so silent, your<br />

energy becomes so calm and quiet, that suddenly you start seeing the world in a different light, in a different<br />

perspective. <strong>The</strong>n this ordinary world is no longer ordinary it becomes sacred.<br />

ARE YOU QUIET? QUIETEN YOUR BODY. QUIETEN YOUR MIND.<br />

Buddha says: First start with the body and then move to the mind. Quieten your body by watching your<br />

breath, quieten your mind by watching your thoughts.<br />

YOU WANT NOTHING. YOUR WORDS ARE STILL. YOU ARE STILL.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n you will come to see that there is no desire. How can desire exist in a silent mind? Desire is a state of<br />

turmoil, desire is a state of unconsciousness, desire is mad. When you are silent, madness disappears.<br />

Three times Jessie brought Sandy to the vicarage, hoping to be made man and wife, but each time the minister<br />

refused because of the groom-to-be’s intoxication.<br />

”Why do you persist in bringing him to me in such a state?” asked the minister.<br />

”Please, Reverend,” explained Jessie, ”he won’t come when he’s sober!”<br />

<strong>The</strong> moment you are sober, silent, you will not do many things that you are doing and you will start doing<br />

things that you have never thought of before. Your life will no more be a wastage; it will become creativity,<br />

tremendous creativity. Your life will not grow thorns, it will grow flowers. It is the same energy!<br />

But the mind keeps you occupied in such stupid things, in such stupid details about stupid things. Just see<br />

what your mind goes on doing... and you will not need anyone to tell you that you are mad.<br />

A little man walks into ”<strong>The</strong> Perfect Stationers” an exclusive New York shop specializing in paper products.<br />

He is approached by an elegant salesman in a Brooks Brothers suit. ”Can I help you, sir?” the salesman intones<br />

in a cultured voice.<br />

”Yes, I would like some writing paper, please.”<br />

”Would you prefer lined or unlined paper, sir?”<br />

”Oh, anything is fine. It doesn’t matter.”<br />

”<strong>The</strong>n will you be writing with a fountain pen or a ballpoint?”<br />

”I really don’t know. Whatever comes to hand....”<br />

”Would you like to have a thick paper or onion-skin paper, sir?”<br />

”Look, anything is fine. Just give me any old packet!”<br />

”Perhaps you would prefer one of the perfumed varieties?”<br />

”If you like. But I have a bus to catch just give me some paper, please!”<br />

”It will just take a moment now, sir. Would you like a hand-made paper in a special presentation box or a<br />

simple commercial brand?”<br />

<strong>The</strong> little man’s voice rises an octave. ”Look, for the tenth time... any paper will do! Make it fast, would you?”<br />

”<strong>The</strong>n perhaps you have a favorite color red, blue, yellow...?”<br />

Just at that moment another man bursts into the shop. His eyes have dark circles underneath and his cheeks<br />

are wet with tears.<br />

”Look,” he sobs, ”this tile is the color of my bathroom and this is the size of my toilet. I showed you my asshole<br />

yesterday. Now, could I please have some toilet paper?”<br />

Just look at your mind... stupid things and stupid details ad infinitum! You go on and on when are you going<br />

to stop?... please! That’s what Buddha is saying.<br />

Feinberg, the funeral director, was lunching with his friend, Weinstein.<br />

”I got a good bargain for you in a coffin,” he said.<br />

”I don’t like to think about things like that. How much?”<br />

”It’s made of mahogany with silver handles and a lock. For you, only two thousand dollars.”<br />

”I’ll think about it.”<br />

On his way home from work, Weinstein stopped at the Minkis Mortuary to compare prices.<br />

”I can give you something nice,” said the director. ”I’ve got a mahogany coffin with silver handles and I’ll even<br />

throw in a lock. <strong>The</strong> price is one thousand dollars.”<br />

Weinstein rushed over to Feinberg’s and began screaming. ”Some friend you are! I just saw the same coffin you<br />

wanted to sell me and it was a thousand dollars cheaper.”<br />

”Was it mahogany with silver handles and a lock?”<br />

”Yes!” replied Weinstein.<br />

”Did it have a silk lining?”<br />

”I didn’t look. I don’t think so.”<br />

”You see!” said Feinberg. ”In six months you’ll need a new lining.”

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