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 08. 弟子であること

 いたるところに気づきはある。
 それは天からのメッセージ。
 明日にも起こる
 怖れに飛び込めば影は消える
 理知で解決しようとしない
 魂のゆらぎのままに
 明るく夢みて、ゆるやかに過ごそう。。

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The many teachers of Junnaid

 あなたの生のあらゆる状況があなたに教えてくれるのを許しましょう。

 スーフィーの偉大な神秘家、ハサーンが死のうとしていたとき、ある人がたずねた。「ハサーン、あなたのマスターは誰だったのですか?」
 彼は言った。「私には何千人ものマスターがいた。彼らの名前をあげるだけでも何か月、何年もかかるだろう。それに、そうするにはもう遅すぎる。だが、三人のマスターについてはっきりと話しておこう。」
 「ひとりは泥棒だった。あるとき私は砂漠で道に迷った。そして、ある村に着いた頃には夜も非常に更けていた。すべてが閉ざされていた。だが最後になって、私は家の壁に穴を開けようとしているひとりの男を見つけた。私は彼にどこか泊まれるところはないかとたずねた。彼は言った。『夜もこんな時間ではむずかしいだろう。だが、私といっしょでよければ泊まれる――君が泥棒といっしょに一晩すごせればの話だが』
 「ところが、その男は非常にすばらしかった――私は1か月も滞在した! そして、夜ごと彼は私に言ったものだ。『さて、私は仕事に行ってくる。君はゆっくり休んで、祈っていてくれたまえ』。彼が帰ってくると、私はたずねたものだ。『なにかとれたかい?』。彼はよくこう言った。『今夜はだめだった。だが、明日、またやってみる。神が許してくれればね……』。彼はけっして絶望しなかった。いつでも幸せだったのだ。
 「何年も絶えることなく瞑想して、さらに瞑想しつづけていたにもかかわらず、なにも起こっていなかったとき、もう自分ではどうしようもなくて絶望の淵にあり、このナンセンスすべてをやめにしようと思う瞬間が何回となくやってきた。すると突然、私はその泥棒のことを思い出したものだ。彼は夜ごとこう言っていた。『神が許してくれれば、明日には起こるだろう』
 「そして、私の二番目のマスターは犬だった。私は河へいくところだった。喉が渇いていたのだ。すると犬がやってきた。彼も喉が渇いていたのだ。彼は河のなかをのぞきこみ、そこにもう一匹の犬――自分自身の影――を見て恐くなった。彼は吠えると逃げて行った。だが、あまりにも喉が渇いていたために、戻ってきた。ついに自分の恐れもかまわずに、彼は水のなかに飛び込んだ。すると影が消えた。そこで私は、神から私にメッセージが来たのを知った――あらゆる恐れにもかかわらず人はジャンプしなければならない、と。
 「そして、三番目のマスターは幼い子どもだった。私がある待ちに入ってゆくと、子どもが火のついた蝋燭ろうそくを運んでいた。彼はモスクに蝋燭を置きにゆく途中だった。
 「ちょっとからかうつもりで私はその少年にたずねた。『自分でその蝋燭に火をつけたのかい?』彼は言った。『そうです、おじさん』。そこで私はたずねた。『その蝋燭に火のついていない瞬間があって、その蝋燭に火のついている瞬間があった――その火がやってきた源を見せてくれないか?』
 すると、その少年は笑って蝋燭を吹き消し、こう言った。『いま、火が消えるのを見たでしょう? それはどこに行ったのでしょうか? 言ってください!』
 「私のエゴはこなごなになった。私の全知識がこなごなになった。そして、その瞬間に私は自分の愚かさを感じた。それ以来私は自分の知りたがりをすべて落とした」
 私にマスターがいなかったのは事実だ。それは私が弟子ではなかったという意味ではない――私は全存在を自分のマスターとして受け容れた。私の弟子としてのありようは、あなたのそれよりももっと大きなかかわりだった。私は雲を、樹を信頼した……私は存在そのものを信頼した。私にはマスターがいなかった。私には何百万ものマスターがいたからだ――私はありうるすべての源から学んだ。
 道において、弟子であることは絶対に必要なことだ。弟子であるとはどういう意味だろう? それは学ぶことができるということ、学ぶべくそこにいるということ、存在に対して感じやすいということだ。マスターとともにあなたはどう学ぶかを学び始める……少しずつ少しずつ、あなたは調子が合ってくる。そして少しずつ少しずつ、同じように全存在と調子を合わすことのできる、そのポイントが見えてくる。
 マスターはスウィミング・プールだ。あなたはそこで泳ぎ方を学ぶことができる。一度学んだらすべての大洋があなたのものだ。
Osho THE SECRET OF SECRETS, Vol.1, pp.184-188


The many teachers of Junnaid

No situation is without a lesson, no situation at all. All situations are pregnant, but you have to discover; it may not be available on the surface. You have to be watchful, you have to look at all the aspects of the situation.

One of the great Sufi Masters, Junnaid, was asked when he was dying... his chief disciple came close to him and asked, "Master, you are leaving us. One question has always been in our minds but we could never gather courage enough to ask you. Who was your Master? This has been a great curiosity among your disciples because we have never heard you talk about your Master."

Junnaid opened his eyes and said, "It will be very difficult for me to answer because I have learned from almost everybody. The whole existence has been my Master. I have learned from every event that has happened in my life. And I am grateful to all that has happened, because out of all that learning I have arrived."

Junnaid said, "Just to satisfy your curiosity I will give you three instances. One: I was very thirsty and I was going towards the river carrying my begging bowl, the only possession I had. When I reached the river a dog rushed, jumped into the river, started drinking.

"I watched for a moment and threw away my begging bowl--because it is useless. A dog can do without it. I also jumped into the river, drank as much water as I wanted. My whole body was cool because I had jumped into the river. I sat in the river for a few moments, thanked the dog, touched his feet with deep reverence because he had taught me a lesson.

"I had dropped everything, all possessions, but there was a certain clinging to my begging bowl. It was a beautiful bowl, very beautifully carved, and I was always aware that somebody might steal it. Even in the night I used to put it under my head as a pillow so nobody could snatch it away. That was my last clinging--the dog helped. It was so clear: if a dog can manage without a begging bowl... I am a man, why can't I manage? That dog was one of my Masters.

"Secondly," he said, "I lost my way in a forest and by the time I reached the nearest village that I could find, it was midnight. Everybody was fast asleep. I wandered all over the town to see if I could find somebody awake to give me shelter for the night, until finally I found one man. I asked him, 'It seems only two persons are awake in the town, you and I. Can you give me shelter for the night?'

"The man said, 'I can see from your gown that you are a Sufi monk....'"

The word Sufi comes from suf; suf means wool, a woolen garment. The Sufis have used the woolen garment for centuries; hence they are called Sufis because of their garment. The man said, "I can see you are a Sufi and I feel a little embarrassed to take you to my home. I am perfectly willing, but I must tell you who I am. I am a thief--would you like to be a guest of a thief?"

For a moment Junnaid hesitated. The thief said, "Look, it is better I told you. You seem hesitant. The thief is willing but the mystic seems to be hesitant to enter into the house of a thief, as if the mystic is weaker than the thief. In fact, I should be afraid of you--you may change me, you may transform my whole life! Inviting you means danger, but I am not afraid. You are welcome. Come to my home. Eat, drink, go to sleep, and stay as long as you want, because I live alone and my earning is enough. I can manage for two persons. And it will be really beautiful to chit-chat with you of great things. But you seem to be hesitant."

And Junnaid became aware that it was true. He asked to be forgiven. He touched the feet of the thief and he said, "Yes, my rootedness in my own being is yet very weak. You are really a strong man and I would like to come to your home. And I would like to stay a little longer, not only for this night. I want to be stronger myself!"

The thief said, "Come on!" He fed the Sufi, gave him something to drink, helped him to prepare for sleep and he said, "Now I will go. I have to do my own thing. I will come back early in the morning." Early in the morning the thief came back. Junnaid asked, "Have you been successful?"

The thief said, "No, not today, but I will see tomorrow."

And this happened continuously, for thirty days: every night the thief went out, and every morning he came back empty-handed. But he was never sad, never frustrated--no sign of failure on his face, always happy --and he would say, "It doesn't matter. I tried my best. I could not find anything today again, but tomorrow I will try. And, God willing, it can happen tomorrow if it has not happened today."

After one month Junnaid left, and for years he tried to realize the ultimate, and it was always a failure. But each time he decided to drop the whole project he remembered the thief, his smiling face and his saying "God willing, what has not happened today may happen tomorrow."

Junnaid said, "I remembered the thief as one of my greatest Masters. Without him I would not be what I am.

"And third," he said, "I entered into a small village. A little boy was carrying a lit candle, obviously going to the small temple of the town to put the candle there for the night."

And Junnaid asked, "Can you tell me from where the light comes? You have lighted the candle yourself so you must have seen. What is the source of light?"

The boy laughed and he said, "Wait!" And he blew out the candle in front of Junnaid. And he said, "You have seen the light go. Can you tell me where it has gone? If you can tell me where it has gone I will tell you from where it has come, because it has gone to the same place. It has returned to the source."

And Junnaid said, "I had met great philosophers but nobody had made such a beautiful statement: 'It has gone to its very source.' Everything returns to its source finally. Moreover, the child made me aware of my own ignorance. I was trying to joke with the child, but the joke was on me. He showed me that asking foolish questions--'From where has the light come?'--is not intelligent. It comes from nowhere, from nothingness--and it goes back to nowhere, to nothingness."

Junnaid said, "I touched the feet of the child. The child was puzzled. He said, 'Why you are touching my feet?' And I told him, 'You are my Master--you have shown me something. You have given me a great lesson, a great insight.'

"Since that time," Junnaid said, "I have been meditating on nothingness and slowly, slowly I have entered into nothingness. And now the final moment has come when the candle will go out, the light will go out. And I know where I am going--to the same source.

"I remember that child with gratefulness. I can still see him standing before me, blowing out the candle."
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by shree | 2009-07-08 03:20 | リーディング