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CHAPTER 3. WHERE BUDDHA ENDS KRISHNA BEGINS<br />

discipline? Did he ever meditate? Did he practice yoga? Did he ever fast <strong>and</strong> undergo other<br />

austerities? Did he retire to a jungle to practice asceticism? <strong>The</strong>re is nothing, absolutely nothing like<br />

a sadhana in his whole life.<br />

What Buddha <strong>and</strong> Mahavira attain after heroic efforts <strong>Krishna</strong> already has, without any effort<br />

whatsoever. He seems to be eternally enlightened. <strong>The</strong>n why a sadhana? For what? This is<br />

the fundamental difference between <strong>Krishna</strong> <strong>and</strong> others. So there is no way for the ego to affect<br />

<strong>Krishna</strong>’s vision in the least, because there is no ”thou” for him, no one is the other for him.<br />

I was talking about Kabir only this morning. <strong>The</strong>re is another anecdote, which is as beautiful, in the<br />

life of Kabir <strong>and</strong> his son Kamal. One morning Kabir sends Kamal to the forest to bring green grass<br />

for the cattle. Kamal goes to the forest with a sickle in his h<strong>and</strong>s. Plants are dancing in the wind, as<br />

they are dancing right here before us. Morning turns into midday <strong>and</strong> midday passes into evening,<br />

<strong>and</strong> yet Kamal does not return home from the forest. Kabir is worried, because he was expected<br />

to be back home for his midday meal. Kabir makes inquiries <strong>and</strong> then goes to the forest with a few<br />

friends in search of his son. On reaching the forest, he finds Kamal st<strong>and</strong>ing in the thick of grass<br />

tall enough to reach his shoulders. It is wrong to say that he is st<strong>and</strong>ing, he is actually dancing with<br />

the dancing plants. <strong>The</strong> wind is dancing, the plants are dancing <strong>and</strong> Kamal is dancing with them.<br />

<strong>His</strong> eyes are closed <strong>and</strong> he is wholly absorbed in the dance. Kabir finds that he has not chopped a<br />

single blade of grass for the cattle. So he gently puts his h<strong>and</strong>s on his shoulders <strong>and</strong> asks, ”What<br />

have you been doing, my son?”<br />

Kamal opens his eyes <strong>and</strong> looks around. He tells his father, ”You did well to remind me,” <strong>and</strong> then<br />

picks up his sickle with a view to his assigned task. But he finds it is already dark <strong>and</strong> not possible<br />

to cut any grass.<br />

<strong>The</strong> people with Kabir asked him, ”But what have you been doing for the rest of the day?”<br />

Kamal says, ”I became just like a grass plant; I forgot I was a man or anything. I also forgot this was<br />

grass I came to chop <strong>and</strong> take home to my cattle. <strong>The</strong> morning was so beautiful <strong>and</strong> blissful, it was<br />

so festive <strong>and</strong> dancing with the wind <strong>and</strong> the trees <strong>and</strong> the grass, it would have been sheer stupidity<br />

on my part not to have joined the celebration. I began dancing, forgetting everything else. I did not<br />

even remember I was Kamal who had <strong>com</strong>e here to collect food for my animals. I am aware of it<br />

again only now that you <strong>com</strong>e to remind me.”<br />

<strong>Krishna</strong>, like Kamal, is engrossed in a dance, the cosmic dance. Kabir’s son dances with a few<br />

plants in a small forest, but <strong>Krishna</strong> dances with the whole universe: he dances with its stars, with<br />

its men <strong>and</strong> women, with its trees <strong>and</strong> flowers <strong>and</strong> even its thistles. And he is so one with the cosmic<br />

dance there is no way for ”I” <strong>and</strong> ”thou” to exist in that space. <strong>The</strong> state of egolessness <strong>Krishna</strong><br />

achieves in this moment of dance is the same that Buddha <strong>and</strong> Mahavira achieve at the end of a<br />

long <strong>and</strong> arduous journey, a journey of hard work, austerity <strong>and</strong> asceticism. Where <strong>Krishna</strong> begins<br />

his journey, after <strong>com</strong>pleting a marathon race Mahavira <strong>and</strong> Buddha arrive.<br />

<strong>Krishna</strong> is not a seeker. It would be wrong to call him a seeker. He is a siddha, an adept, an<br />

ac<strong>com</strong>plished performer of all life’s arts. And what he says in this siddha state, in this ultimate state<br />

of mind, may seem to you to be egoistic, but it is not. <strong>The</strong> difficulty is that <strong>Krishna</strong> has to use the<br />

same linguistic ”I” as you do, but there is a tremendous difference in connotation between his ”I” <strong>and</strong><br />

<strong>Krishna</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Man</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>His</strong> <strong>Philosophy</strong> 50 <strong>Osho</strong>

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