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

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Live in harmony, live beautifully, live aesthetically, live sensitively, live lovingly. Let your life be a tremendous
love affair.
Then there is no need for prayer, because there is nobody to hear it. It is a question of meditation, not of
prayer. Then don’t go on calling on God; you are wasting your time. Be silent, more and more silent, and live out
of that silence, act out of that silence. Meet people and animals and the trees and the rocks with deep reverence
because all is divine.
Existence is nothing but God.
Existence is synonymous with God.
The fifth question:
Question 5
BELOVED MASTER, I AM A TOURIST. I AM HERE ONLY FOR ONE DAY. CAN I ALSO RECEIVE
YOUR GRACE?
Tom, so you have come! I was always waiting. Where are Dick and Harry? And you are from California of
course, you can’t be from anywhere else. Californialand consists only of tourists!
”Tourist” is a new species: they are not ordinary human beings. That is a new development, a breakthrough
or a breakdown. A tourist is a strange kind of person: he is always rushing to nowhere, he does not know why
from one place to another place. When he is in Kabul he thinks of Pune, when he is in Pune he thinks of Goa,
when he is in Goa he thinks of Kathmandu. He is never where he is, he is somewhere else; he is all over the place
except the place where he is. He is never at home. You will never find him in his own home; he has always gone
somewhere else, he is always dreaming of other places.
The tourist goes on missing everything; he is in such a rush that he can’t see anything. To see things you have
to be a little more relaxed, a little more restful. But the tourist is always on the go. He will take his breakfast in
New York, his lunch in London, and he will suffer indigestion in Pune!
He carries a camera, inevitably, because he cannot see anything right now, so he goes on taking photographs.
Later on he makes albums he is a bum and makes albums! And then later on, when it is all over, he looks at the
Himalayan peaks, at the Goa beach and when he was there he was not there! The camera was doing his work.
He need not be there; in fact, why does he bother at all? He can purchase these photographs anywhere, better
photographs than he can take because he is amateurish; professionals are already taking photographs. He can get
beautiful albums and, sitting at home, he can look at them. But now the problem is that he cannot sit down.
It is one of the qualities that a few people are completely losing; they cannot sit. They have to do something,
they have to go somewhere, and they have to go fast. They don’t want to lose any time and they are losing their
whole lives in not losing time! They will not appreciate anything because appreciation needs intimacy.
If you want to appreciate a flower you have to sit by the side of the flower, you have to meditate, you have to
allow the flower to have its say. You have to experience the joy, the dance of the flower in the sun, in the wind,
in the rain. You have to see all the moods of the flower in the morning, in the afternoon, in the hot sun, in the
evening, in the full moon. You have to see all the moods of the flower. You have to become acquainted, you
have to create a friendship. You have to say ”hello” to the flower; you have to get into a dialogue, an existential
dialogue. Only then can the flower reveal its secrets to you.
But the tourist is pathological. Why is he rushing? for the simple reason that he does not know what to do
with himself if he is left alone, if he is not to go anywhere, if he has just to sit silently. He does not know what
to do with himself. He feels awkward, embarrassed; he has to do something.
Man has become a doer. He has lost the quality of being a witness, a watcher.
The tourist cannot understand the Zen approach, the essential Buddhist approach of sitting silently doing
nothing, spring comes and the grass grows by itself.
Zen people sit for years doing nothing just sitting, watching... what is outside and what is inside, watching
their breath....
Now, the tourist will think this is absolutely ridiculous. Why watch your breath? What is the point of it all?
Why not watch TV, some horror film? They are glued to their chairs only when the TV takes them into some
torture story, into some murder, into some sexual orgy, into something so they can become participants. They are
no more spectators, they become identified with the characters. They start becoming part of the story.
Now new dramas are being developed in the West in which the spectators can participate, for the simple reason
that spectators cannot sit for three hours, so they are allowed to come on the stage. At least they can come on
the stage from this side and go from that side, and the play goes on. Or they can say something, they can have a
little chitchat with the actors on the stage! Now they are even developing new techniques where the stage should
be just in the middle and it’s okay if anybody wants to come in, sit on the stage, do something, do some yoga