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says Mrs. Godball.
"Oh, thank you very much!" replies Dally, the boatman, "but I am not sorry at all. She was a rotten old thing from the start. She had a huge crack in the front of her and a big hole behind, which kept getting bigger every time I used her. She stank of old fish and used to leak water all the time. Her bottom was really badly scratched up, and whenever there was wind, it was not safe to go near her.
"Last week, three men came around looking for some fun, so I hired her out to them. I told them to take it easy with her, but the three idiots all tried to get into her at the same time. Of course, she split from back to front. Now she is gone, and I am very happy about it!"
Mrs. Godball faints.
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
(Gibberish)
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
Be silent.
Close your eyes,
and feel your body to be completely frozen.
Look inwards with absolute urgency.
Deeper and deeper,
until you reach the source of your very being.
It is very close -- just one step
and you are the buddha.
Such a beautiful evening,
and the dancing rains rejoicing in your silence,
rejoicing in your samadhi.
These cloud buddhas have come from so far away,
don't let them down.
Deeper and deeper,
there is no need to fear.
It is your own space and it is your own birthright
to be a buddha.
To make it absolutely clear
that you are not the body, nor the mind,
but just a witness,
Nivedano...
(Drumbeat)
Relax, and just be a witness.
This witnessing is another name of the buddha.
Witnessing makes you an empty mirror,
reflecting everything without getting identified.
And this is the miracle of meditation;
it gives you freedom, it gives you the beyond.
Gather the experience, the fragrance,
because the time is close that you will be called back.
Taste the nectar,
the eternally running stream of your life,
let it sink deep in your every fiber,
because it is going to be a twenty-four hour lifestyle.
Living
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