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> 367<br />
<strong>The</strong>se few people have released so much consciousness into the world. With each buddha, with each person<br />
becoming enlightened, humanity goes a little ahead, a step ahead. Hence the whole universe exalts him.<br />
HE HAS VANQUISHED ALL THINGS. Buddha means by ”all things” the world of the mind; not that he has<br />
vanquished all the things which are really there. You don’t live in reality, you live in your projections.<br />
”<strong>The</strong> water is absolutely divine this morning,” enthused the pretty lass as she came out on the beach. ”It is<br />
full of men!”<br />
It is your projection. You live in a world of your own ideas.<br />
”My wife deserted me,” moaned the unhappy husband. ”She took the car and ran off with a traveling salesman.”<br />
”Why, that is terrible!” exclaimed his friend, aghast. ”Your brand new car!”<br />
Everybody lives in his own world of ideas.<br />
Buddha says: HE HAS VANQUISHED ALL THINGS. Now there is no world of ideas, he has vanquished the<br />
mind. Once the mind disappears you can see things as they are in reality. Otherwise you never see them as they<br />
are, you see them according to your ideas. You always look through your own projections; those projections are<br />
subtle, but they color everything. You always look through your own prejudices; those prejudices are so close<br />
to you that you are not aware that they are there. It is as if on the panes of your window a layer of dust has<br />
gathered.<br />
I have heard:<br />
One old woman was looking out of a window and she said to the small boy playing outside, who must have<br />
been her grandson, ”Bobby, today the morning seems to be very cloudy.”<br />
And the boy said, ”Grandma, the day is perfectly fine as it always is. <strong>The</strong>re are no clouds, it is just that on<br />
our window much dust has gathered.”<br />
But the old woman is not aware, may not be able to see; her eyes are weakening. She is not able to see that<br />
the panes are dusty and she thinks the morning is cloudy.<br />
Your window panes are dusty, but when they are so close to your eyes you become unaware of them; they are<br />
colored, hence the whole world looks colored.<br />
Buddha says: When you are full of power and all desires and all possessiveness have disappeared from you, that<br />
means your mind has died, ceased to exist. Now you can see things as they are. HE SEES BY VIRTUE <strong>OF</strong> HIS<br />
PURITY. Now everything is pure. He does not see through any screen, he sees through purity. Now he regains<br />
the wonder of childhood again, the same awe, the same mystery.<br />
HE HAS COME TO <strong>THE</strong> END <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> <strong>WAY</strong>, OVER <strong>THE</strong> RIVER <strong>OF</strong> HIS MANY LIVES, HIS MANY<br />
DEATHS.<br />
And this is the end. When the mind ends, the journey ends. Now there will be no birth anymore and no death<br />
anymore. You have been born millions of times and you have died millions of times. What have you been doing<br />
all this time, all along? Nothing in fact, just playing the same games again and again and forgetting the lessons<br />
again. It seems man never learns a thing. Each time he dies he forgets all the lessons of that life. Next time, next<br />
birth, he starts from ABC again.<br />
It happened:<br />
A great king asked to be initiated by Buddha and became a bhikkhu, became his sannyasin. But he was just<br />
a junior sannyasin; there were elders who had meditated for thirty years, forty years. So where Buddha was<br />
staying in a caravanserai, the younger sannyasins not younger according to age, younger according to the time<br />
of initiation.... This king was old and he was a great king, but in the world of Buddha those things don’t count,<br />
neither the age nor the money nor the kingdom. He was the most junior because just that day he had taken<br />
sannyas, so he had to sleep in the porch because there was no other place.<br />
<strong>The</strong> king could not sleep; it was difficult, and one can understand his difficulty. He had never slept in such a<br />
place. And you know Indian mosquitoes... and the king had never experienced mosquitoes. And the ground was<br />
hard and the bhikkhus use no pillows, just their hands, their arms. He tossed and turned but he could not go to<br />
sleep.<br />
In the middle of the night he thought, ”What have I done? This seems to be stupid! I should be sleeping in<br />
my palace, I had everything. This seems to be pointless. Tomorrow morning the first thing I am going to do is to<br />
ask permission of the master: ’Please excuse me. I cannot tolerate such unnecessary misery. I am going back to<br />
my palace.’”<br />
But in the middle of the night Buddha came out and he said, ”Why wait for the morning? If you want to drop<br />
sannyas, drop it right now! Why suffer the whole night?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> king was amazed. He had not said it to anybody there was nobody else, he was alone in the porch. He<br />
said, ”But how did you come to know? It was just a thought in me.”