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Is there any possibility to take the quantum leap?
JOSHU, in desperation, LEANED HIS STICK AGAINST THE WALL AND WENT AWAY. That too is significant. His dropping of the walking stick means, "It is enough. I have searched from east to west, from west to east. Now, no more searching. It seems that people of water, those with potentiality, are no more available. I'm not going to search any more."
Joshu is a master and he is in search of disciples -- this is a totally different thing. A disciple searching for a master is one dimension -- stumbling, groping in darkness, not knowing exactly for what he is seeking, what the attributes of a master are. But there is another kind of seeking too. The master seeking the disciple -- he knows exactly what he is looking for: the potentiality, the power, how much you can grow, are you able to be free from all bondage?
Those were different days -- golden days -- when disciples were roaming and searching for masters; masters were roaming and searching for disciples. Once in a while there was a meeting on some crossroads.
The master meets the disciple, and there is instant recognition. The master can see through the disciple and the disciple can see, in the fragrance of the master, in the presence of the master, a tremendous energy field in which he becomes drowned, drunk. You know it, it doesn't have to be explained to you. After your every meditation, you go from this Buddha Hall almost drunk -- drunk with the divine, drunk with the unknown exploration, drunk with the courage that you showed in going inwards to touch your very center. A tremendous victory -- there is no greater victory. You have found the source of your water. You can quench your thirst.
The Zen poet, Manan, has written:
UNFETTERED AT LAST, A TRAVELING MONK,
I PASS THE OLD ZEN BARRIER.
MINE IS A TRACELESS STREAM-AND-CLOUD LIFE.
OF THOSE MOUNTAINS, WHICH SHALL BE MY HOME?
This series is dedicated to the clouds, because they represent freedom of movement. They don't bother about the boundaries of nations, they don't carry passports, and they don't have to ask anybody -- the whole sky is theirs! Man
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