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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346 <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><br />
go on discovering, there seems to be no end. <strong>The</strong>re seem to be universes and universes unending. So it is in the<br />
inner world: there are also many planes and many universes, but all are rooted in a single seed.<br />
Out of a single seed a big tree can grow. You can’t see it in the seed, but if you put it in the soil soon a<br />
tree starts growing. A small seed brings such a big tree with such thick foliage that thousands of people can sit<br />
underneath it, thousands of birds can make their nests in it. And millions of seeds will grow in this tree and each<br />
seed contains again millions of trees, and so on and so forth. <strong>The</strong> scientists say a single seed can make the whole<br />
earth green; not only this earth but all the earths in the universe can be made green by a single seed. What<br />
potential!<br />
You are all carrying frozen seeds within you which are just waiting for their right opportunity. Maybe you<br />
have forgotten completely about a certain desire because there has not been an opportunity to provoke it. That’s<br />
why monks and nuns and the traditional sannyasins used to escape from the world, simply to deceive themselves<br />
because when they went to the caves in the mountains they were going away from the opportunities where they<br />
would have become aware of the seed, where the seed would have had a chance to grow.<br />
But remember, the seed is there whether you give it a chance to grow or not, and the seed can remain there for<br />
years; for lives it will wait. Give it an opportunity, an accidental opportunity, and immediately the seed becomes<br />
alive. <strong>The</strong> seed can remain frozen, almost dead for millions of lives.<br />
That’s why I am absolutely against escapism for the simple reason that if you want to burn the seed the best<br />
place is in the world, in the marketplace, because there are all kinds of opportunities. You cannot avoid seeing<br />
the seed and seeing it means you have to do something about it. If you stop seeing it, if you put a seed on a rock,<br />
you will forget about the seed because it cannot grow on the rock.<br />
That’s why monks and nuns used to move to the monasteries, nunneries; those were rocks. And they chose<br />
to be in the mountains. Have you observed it? that all the monasteries of the world have been made in rocky<br />
mountains, not beautiful mountains where there are great trees and animals and birds because there is danger:<br />
even two birds making love is enough of an opportunity to give you the idea! Just two animals in foreplay, and the<br />
monks and the nuns will have a great desire arising in them. Suddenly the seed will start sprouting. So they chose<br />
to be in rocks, utter rocks where not a tree grows. Or the monasteries were built somewhere in the desert. All<br />
Christian monasteries were made in the desert. <strong>The</strong> ancient Christians lived in the desert, for the simple reason<br />
that, in a desert, life is so absent, so utterly absent, that you can forget all about it.<br />
Jaina monks chose mountains, but ugly mountains, just rocks and nothing else, because anything beautiful can<br />
create trouble. <strong>The</strong> distant call of a cuckoo can drive you cuckoo! because it has a sexuality of its own, it has a<br />
sensuality of its own, it is a sensual call. Do you know? it is the male cuckoo who is calling; the female simply<br />
waits. She simply waits for the male to come closer. Yes, she gives hints that ”I am available,” and yet keeps<br />
herself very aloof, very proud available, but not so easily available either!<br />
Have you seen in the animals one strange phenomenon? that it is always the male who is taking the initiative.<br />
<strong>The</strong> peacock with beautiful feathers is the male; one should have thought otherwise, but it is the male not the<br />
female. <strong>The</strong> female has no feathers; the female is ordinary, does not look so beautiful. <strong>The</strong> male looks very<br />
beautiful and the male dances with great exhibition of all his feathers they are really beautiful feathers and he<br />
dances a great dance. He tries to allure.<br />
Something strange has happened in man only; it seems unnatural. In fact, ornaments should be used by men,<br />
not by women. Men should use more colorful clothes than women. <strong>The</strong>re is no need for women to bother about<br />
anything else, just to be female is enough! That’s the whole story of nature if you look around: all the strategies<br />
have been used by males.<br />
<strong>The</strong> monks and nuns have to be protected, but this kind of protection is not going to help. Even if the seed<br />
can remain protected for many lives it is there, it is not burnt yet.<br />
An old maid had been going to sit in the park each day for years. As she fed the pigeons, which always roosted<br />
and fluttered around the bronze statue of a young Apollo, her eyes would wander over his nude form and she<br />
would dream of holding him alive in her arms.<br />
One day as she sat there, a good fairy took pity on her.<br />
Appearing by her side, the fairy offered her three wishes. Without delay the old maid began, ”First I want to<br />
be young and very desirable.”<br />
This was no sooner said than done.<br />
”Second, I wish that the statue of Apollo would come to life.”<br />
A wave of the fairy’s wand and instantly he sprang down from the pedestal, vibrantly alive. <strong>The</strong> new voluptuous<br />
maid faltered and began to blush. Fluttering her eyelashes coyly she murmured, ”I would like to give the third<br />
wish to Apollo.”