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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.”

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