THE DHAMMAPADA: THE WAY OF THE BUDDHA, VOL. 9-12 The ...
THE DHAMMAPADA: THE WAY OF THE BUDDHA, VOL. 9-12 The ...
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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.”