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and fixing his gaze on the jar
fell into a hypnotic reverie.
Well, here is a jar of barley meal, he thought.
Now if a famine comes
I will get a hundred rupees for it.
With that sum I will get two she-goats:
every six months they will bear two more she-goats.
After goats, cows.
When the cows calve I will sell the calves.
After cows, buffaloes.
After buffaloes, mares.
From the mares I shall get plenty of horses.
The sale of these will mean plenty of gold.
The gold will buy a great house with an inner court.
Then someone will come to my house
and offer his lovely daughter with a dowry.
She will bear a son whom I shall call Moonlord.
When he is old enough to ride on my knee I will take a book,
sit on the stable roof and think.
Just then Moonlord will see me,
will jump from his mother’s lap
in his eagerness to ride on my knee
and will go too near the horses.
Then I shall get angry and tell my wife to take the boy
but she will be too busy with her chores
and will not pay attention to what I say.
Then I will get up and kick her!
Being sunk in his hypnotic dream
he let fly such a kick that he smashed the jar
and the barley meal it contained made him white all over.
229. Love.
Go on discarding: not this, not this (neti, neti),
and ultimately when nothing remains to be discarded –
then the explosion happens.
Do not cling to anything, to any thought.
Go on and on until the nothingness.
I have heard about a little boy, Toyo, and his meditations.
He was only twelve years old
but he wanted to be given something to ponder on,
to meditate on,
so one evening he went to Mokurai, the Zen master,
struck the gong softly to announce his presence,
and sat before the master in respectful silence.
Finally the master said: Toyo, show me the sound of two hands.
Toyo clapped his hands.
Good, said the master.
Now show me the sound of one hand clapping.
Toyo was silent.
Finally he bowed and left to meditate on the problem.
The next night he returned and struck the gong
with one palm.
That is not right, said the master.
The next night Toyo returned and played geisha music with one hand.
That is not right, said the master.
Again and again Toyo returned with some answer
but the master said again and again, That is not right.
For nights Toyo tried new sounds
but each and every answer was rejected.
The question itself was absurd so no answer could be right.
When Toyo came on the eleventh night,
before he said anything the master said:
That is still not right!
– then he stopped coming to the master.
For a year he thought of every possible sound
and discarded them all,
and when there was nothing left to be discarded any more
he exploded into enlightenment.
When he was no more, he returned to the master
and without striking the gong he sat down and bowed.
He was not saying anything
and there was silence.
Then the master said: So you have heard the sound without sound!
230. Love.
Thought is divisive,
it divides ad infinitum,
so thought can never come to the total, to the whole.
And the whole is while the parts are not –
or they are only for the mind –
and if there is no mind then there are no parts.
With the mind and because of the mind
the one becomes many – or appears so;
and with the mind and through the mind,
to conceive the one is impossible.
Of course it can think about the one,
but that one is nothing but a putting together of all the parts,
and that one is quite different from the one which is.
The one which is conceptualized by the mind
is just a mathematical construct:
it is not a living whole,
it is not organic,
and unless one experiences the cosmos as
an organic whole
one has not known anything at all.
This is not possible with thought,
but this is possible with no-thought.
231. Love.
Emptiness is all –
and to get hold of emptiness is to attain all and be all.
But it is very arduous to get hold of emptiness –
because it is emptiness! And it hurts much –
though it is emptiness, it still hurts much!
Because to make way for it the ego has to die.
But I am happy that you are dying
because this is the only way to be beyond death –
I say: the only way.
Remember this always.
Sekkyo once said to one of his monks:
Can you get hold of emptiness?
I will try, said the monk; and he cupped his hands in the air.