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> 91<br />
whole day, ”This is a dream, this is a dream....” It takes three to nine month for the idea to sink into your heart.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n one day, suddenly, in your dream you remember and you say, ”This is a dream!” and that is a moment of<br />
great illumination. Immediately, the dream disappears. <strong>The</strong> moment you say it is a dream, it disappears and you<br />
are awake, fully awake, in the middle of the night.<br />
Of course, these trees and the people on the road are not a dream so they don’t disappear. You can go on<br />
saying, ”This is a dream.” That was just a method to practice. But when you really remember in a dream that<br />
”This is a dream,” the dream disappears. <strong>The</strong> dream can exist only if believed; the dream disappears if you don’t<br />
believe in it. Our imagination is intoxicating.<br />
Lend an ear to this exchange of dialogue, circa 1936, when Dr. William Goldman was professor of English at<br />
Brandeis University.<br />
It was Graduation Day, and the father of one of the students had celebrated, not wisely, but all too well. He was<br />
in the parking lot adjacent to the university campus, peering owlishly at the cars, when Dr. Goldman appeared.<br />
”Say, mister,” called the weaving celebrant. ”Is my car the one on the left or on the right?”<br />
”Yours is the car on the right, sir,” replied the professor. ”<strong>The</strong> car on the left is a subjective phenomenon.”<br />
It does not exist just a subjective phenomenon. That’s exactly the meaning of the Indian word maya: a<br />
subjective phenomenon, it does not exist. But if you believe, it exists. It depends on you. You can make it almost<br />
function as real. And there are many things which don’t exist, but you are believing in them and for you they<br />
are realities. And you are surrounded by fictions religious, spiritual, metaphysical. <strong>The</strong>re are so many fictions<br />
surrounding you and you have to wake up from all these.<br />
POWERFUL STREAMS! Buddha says.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y are everywhere....<br />
<strong>THE</strong>Y FLOW EVERYWHERE.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se streams are powerful, and your sleep is so deep. It seems very difficult to wake up but you can wake up.<br />
My own observation is that these streams are powerful only in the proportion that you are asleep. If you become<br />
less sleepy they are less powerful. If you become fully awake, their power disappears totally.<br />
A drunk was passing a bus intersection when a large Saint Bernard brushed against him and knocked him down.<br />
An instant later a foreign sports car skidded around the corner and inflicted more damage.<br />
A bystander helped the poor fellow up and said, ”Are you hurt?”<br />
”Well,” he answered, ”the dog did not hurt so much, but that tin can tied to his tail nearly killed me.”<br />
Now, when you are not in your senses you go on seeing things which are not there at all or you go on projecting<br />
things. <strong>The</strong> world becomes a screen and you live in a private world. That’s exactly the meaning of the word<br />
’idiot’: to live in a private world, to live in a subjective phenomenon. That’s the meaning of ’idiot’.<br />
After each drink at the local pub, Murphy took a small, furry kitten from his pocket, put it on the counter and<br />
stared at it. Finally the barman could no longer contain his curiosity and asked Murphy what he was up to.<br />
”Well, you see, it is this way,” said Murphy. ”So long as I can see one kitten it is all right. But when I see two<br />
of them I have to do something.”<br />
”Like what?”<br />
”I pick up the two of them, put them in my pocket, and go home,” said the Irishman.<br />
If you are intoxicated you will see the same world but in a different way. Your imagination will get mixed with<br />
it. You will not be able to make any distinction between what is fiction and what is fact. You will not have any<br />
power of discrimination. That’s exactly what makes these streams so powerful. <strong>THE</strong>Y FLOW EVERYWHERE.<br />
STRONG WINE! IF YOU SEE IT SPRING UP, TAKE CARE! PULL IT OUT BY <strong>THE</strong> ROOTS.<br />
So whenever you see some imagination arising in you, be alert. Don’t let it grow, don’t let it become a big<br />
tree. It will be far more difficult then for you to get rid of it because you may become attached to it; you may<br />
have invested many things in it; you may have started liking its company; you may feel unsheltered without it.<br />
It is better to cut it from the very roots in the very beginning. <strong>The</strong> moment you see it arising in you, take care,<br />
beware beware means be aware PULL IT OUT BY <strong>THE</strong> ROOTS.<br />
People go on changing. <strong>The</strong>y don’t pull out things by their roots; they substitute one fiction with another<br />
fiction. That may give you a relief for the moment, but it does not transform your life. Somebody is running after<br />
money, then he stops running after money; he starts running after power. <strong>The</strong>n he stops running after power and<br />
starts running after God or meditation or enlightenment. But he goes on running after something or other. He<br />
goes on substituting a new fiction for the old; the old functions no more. He has seen it is fictitious, but he has<br />
not yet got the point that one has to uproot all imagination in one’s being.<br />
Lovebirds are supposed to be so devoted to one another that if one dies the other dies of a broken heart. A<br />
woman who owned a very cute pair had a fire in the house and one of the lovebirds was suffocated. Right away