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tion and of the wings, en I felt a cled
only throu living does not fo
soul. The pestilence of improving voices together in the upper woods and others may kill his spirit. Try the safer shook the echoes in all directions. The way - live so that by your living all stars came out and questioned me. good deeds will be done unconsciously.' Again I plunged myself into medita
At this moment my brother entered tion and not before the first faint the room, dressed in fine ivory-colored preening of the wings of dawn did I silk, He had a look in his eyes that was emerge therefrom. Then I felt a cool not of this world. But my mind was something resting on my hand. I looked after another thing. I asked the carefully — it was the chin of a fawn, Blessed One, 'What did the Air-Eater dripping with dew. I looked beyond teach you, my Lord?
a pair of small ruby eyes glowed near 'O thou soul of vulgar probing, dost by. As if they caught my glance and thou not know what I learned from him took the hint, they disappeared. The I can utter only through my living? fawn, breathed more easily, and raised If the fragrance of my living does not its chin; I gently stroked its nose and call the soul to suck the honey of forehead with my hand. Turning my eternal bliss, then — but I will tell gaze from the deep brotherhood that thee one thing more,' he conceded. 'I danced in its eyes, I looked at the stars; will tell thee of the last visit I made to they were close and quivered questionhim, some time after he had entered ingly like the beckoning finger of a his mountain cavern.
man — it is a terror-rousing sight: do 'I reached the spot in April. All the not let the stars question you! hills were dry, every scrap of the earth 'Suddenly they stopped those he was parched, almost cracked with the breaking signs and fled. The small dry heat. When I reached the cave- Himalayan sparrow set the theme of mouth at midday, I was fainting with dawn with two notes. After a pause of thirst. I saw him come out, a man old, several moments he repeated them ah, old as this city of Benares. His hair half a dozen times, then stopped. Like was like threads of white silk, his eyes a long call of a flute rose a silver light were sunken like large lamps in a misty in the east. Again the bird answered. cave. He gave me a drink of water out Again came the flutings of silver light of a black shell. I drank on and on in the east. The fawn, now standing it seemed that I could never have near me almost whistled a cry. That enough. I had no desire to look at any- was the signal — now began the cymbal thing. Finally, when I had drained the crash of gold all over the sky: color last long drop, I raised my eyes to see upon color, bird note upon bird note, my master; but lo, I beheld only but forest upon forest tore the vestments for a moment his back at the cavern- of night into ribands and shreds of mouth. Then he was gone!
silver, gold, purple, and green. Then 'I knew what it meant — I had lost like the groaning of drums the bellow him! I said to myself, “The thirst of of the bison came. It startled me. I thy body took precedence of thy soul's looked around and the fawn, scenting thirstiness.” But there was no time fear from my movement, fled; while, to rebuke myself — somehow I must like the cool cry from a happy heart, attain that man! So I sat down to med- came the chant of the holy man from itate. I meditated about five hours. his cave: Yet no answer from the Air-Eater.
'I am the founder of all life; Darkness was shutting down upon me. I am the many branched emerald tree of Heaven; The young bears were linking their I am the sanctities, higher than the highest hills, The jewel of immortality,
ends of their napkins took the dust The secret in the sun,
from his feet. Is there any sight more And the song of gold in the dross of life.'
noble than men and women bending 'The sky was by now two wings of reverently before what they cherish as glowing sapphire, on which flew the the highest? In this gesture man atsun, the Eagle of Gold.
tains the acme of his art. 'I spent nearly three weeks waiting Before the three had left the room for the holy Air-Eater to come out of two more monks entered with large his cave. I never saw him. At last one fans embossed with red and blue semiday in deep meditation the secret precious stones. With these they began flashed through my mind.'
to fan the Master. Here the Holy One paused. A great The doctor, who looked exactly like light shone in his eyes. The whole a bronze Sophocles, began to arrange room was filled with glory; the man his weapons on a large sheet of leather before us was no more a man, but a which he had spread on the floor. This song — not from some other voice — Sophocles was sombre as well as brown but aching in our own throats. Yes, and had very little sense of humor; he that was the secret: perfect identity of laid out his goods with all the unction each one of us with all. Alas, hardly of a priest poking among his sacred
again it vanished.
brother that there must be the manu“Then,' he continued slowly, all the scripts of tragedy in this man's pocket. radiance gone from his eyes, “Then I He whispered back, 'It is likely he has said to myself, “He will not teach me enough bills there to visit tragedies on with words; from now on my instruc- many a patient. He is our most promitions must come through Silence”: and nent surgeon; sometimes they nickI rose to leave, for I had accomplished name him “the butcher." '. my purpose. After I started down the I looked at the Holy One; he had, in hill I could not help looking back over the meanwhile closed his eyes like one my shoulder. Behold, he was standing withdrawing himself into the deeps of there at the cave-mouth, smiling a his own thought. tender, inscrutable smile. I said to The doctor turned to him. 'I must myself over and over again, “Yes, I give you an anæsthetic,' he said. know, my instructions will come to me The Master opened his eyes and through silence now."
added gently, 'I don't think that is 'I never saw the Air-Eater again. necessary. One of the disciples will The next time I went to his cave, I assist you while to the others I shall stopped at the village first and they talk philosophy; that will be my told me what I suspected: the Air. anæsthetic.' Eater had passed onward.
“But you will suffer pain. You may At this moment the arrival of the bungle my work,' retorted Sophocles. doctor, Saravdikari, interrupted the 'Oh no, doctor; I will not spoil the Holy One's discourse. That he had a skill of your instruments of torture. carbuncle we all knew, but none had Do begin! been told that the Master was to be So they began. Sophocles deftly cut operated on that day. The young into the carbuncle while the Master ladies and their father left the room described in a quiet even voice the need and I noticed that they bowed very of Bhakti, Raja, Juana, and Karma low before the Presence, and with the Yoga to us. He went on and on with
Low besnoticede infather left the younger
smile, ' b; the Masted. Now theund was to the doctoto my Be
his ideas as the doctor worked with his ness of all I incidentally am to be scalpel. Yet the Blessed One's tone did healed, then my friend the doctor is not change, nor was there a mark of the incident. If not, why should I call pain visible anywhere in his face. Once my will back from the embrace of the in a while I felt the running and trick- Infinite to do here a little repairing ling of blood down his back as he paused upon myself? No, my son, I would between sentences, but even that feels rather not be Holy than stoop to take ing in me was brushed aside by the back a gift to my Beloved!' He turned words coming from his lips.
to the doctor. Come, dear friend, you At last it was over. The wound was have been very patient with me; put completely bandaged. Now the doctor me to bed!' At this, everyone save the turned to the Master and asked with a doctor and the two monks with fans smile, ‘Did you feel any pain?' . left the room. 'Why should I, doctor?'
IV 'I felt the temperature not quite normal on that side of your back. Are The quest of my brother's face is you sure you felt no pain?'
nothing new. It is the old, the age-old ‘How could I? I was absent from search for the happiness that comes in that part of the Universe where you a flash, but abides with us till death, were working. I was present in this and which perhaps continues beyond part where I discussed philosophy that final event of Life.
Suddenly the doctor glanced at us Who is our brother? Is he the man and remarked, 'When this man dies we find, or the man we look for? The one of the most astonishing specimens of sages of the Upanishad have answered Hindu religiousculture will go with him.' that our brother is He who wears that
He bent low, and as the others be- One Face dwelling in the thousand fore him, took the dust from the feet faces of all life. of the Master, then stood up to go. That Face I have never seen, but as He enjoined his patient to take abso- time passes, and as the shadow of age lute and perfect rest, then helped the falls across my path, I feel more often disciple to put the place in order. in my brother's face that Absoluteness
I was unable to contain myself any of truth as well as of love, though only longer. I said to the Blessed One, ‘You for the length of time that a mustard who are so holy, why do you not heal seed may sit steady upon the horn of a yourself?'
Shiva bull. Here the doctor interposed, but the I was thinking of these things a few Holy One said, 'I am able to answer days later, as I was sitting alone on the the child.'
porch of the temple. My brother had *Very well,' said Sophocles. 'I shall gone on a short tour of inspection conwait till you finish answering. Then I nected with his medical work. Sudwill put you to bed.'
denly I saw my sister coming toward 'Doctors and Death are absolute,' me holding a telegram. At first I exclaimed the Holy One. “The reason, thought it was from him, but when she my son, why I do not heal myself is handed it to me, I saw that it was from that the will here,' he pointed at his Benares, from the Holy One. It said heart, 'turned into ashes long ago. I only one word: 'Come.' gave my will to the Will of the Uni- It was not too cryptic to hide from verse. Now I spend my time willing me the final command. Had my the happiness of all. If in the happi- brother heard also, I wondered? I must make ready and go at once. The ‘My son,' he said, almost in a whiswhole world depended on my reaching per, ‘as to the eye of the sky, the clouds Benares without delay.
and stars are in it, and yet conIt was hard to say good-bye to my tain not all of its intangibility. So are sister, because she asked for nothing. the experiences of man.' Then sudShe said, 'Live long. Abide in serenity denly, in a stronger voice, he comwherever thou art. I shall fast until manded me, – thy journey's end, and that will purify ‘Return to the West! Thy time for our hearts and may give thee what peace has not come. Thou wilt commit thou dost desire. Only the hearts that some errors yet. Only be pure in spirit are pure can attain what they need. – vanity is the worst impurity — and
through thy errors thou wilt learn.' Farewell — the bugle had been He paused, closing his eyes. When sounded; I must hasten to action. he opened them again, they were clear
I took a last look at our temple, a and keen. He said to me, — glimpse at Shree Krishna's face. ‘Yes, 'India needs love. The West has as long as he sits there, the world will given her criticism these many years, go on,'I said to myself. “If this religion therefore give the West love, till she dies, wherever that Krishna statue learn to love this land of the Sages. I goes, a new temple will be built to am quite clear in what I am saying; enshrine him. Gods live long and com- love her; and she will fulfill her destiny. pel the tribute of time. Farewell, The West still believes that knowledge farewell!'
will give her God: we think that God I crossed the bridge and drove for can be found by Bliss alone. A decade the railway station that looks like a of intense loving will enable her to acpalace of crimson.
complish a century of God-realization.' Next morning I got off at Benares ‘But Holy One,' I cried, 'I am most and went immediately to bathe in the pained and bewildered. What of conGanges. It did not take long, but the version? Shall I go to the West as a ablution in the holy water was a neces- missionary of Brahman? Is ours a sary preliminary to visiting the Holy missionary religion?' One.
“Thou of thyself canst convert no I found my brother at the entrance one, my son,' he replied, 'for thou art to the monastery. After I had taken not holy. When a saint converts a man the dust from his feet, he led me within. to his eternity the saint takes the burThe master was lying on his couch, and den of the man's sins upon himself. two monks in yellow were fanning him. Therefore I say to thee thou mayest Sunlight poured into the room through not convert, but speak thou of God to the open windows. His face was white any one who has time to waste.' as a dying man's generally is, and a Holy One,' I exclaimed in amazed black beard, of about fifteen days' awakening, then vicarious atonement growth, covered it. His eyes were is true?' closed, and his forehead once in a great 'Indeed, my son, only saints n while contracted momentarily, then convert others, for when you convert grew smooth again with the passing of a man you yourself become responsible a paroxysm of pain; but the power was for him. People should not be constill about him like a garment. He , verted from one religion to another, but began to speak as if resuming an old from all religions into the Eternal Relifamiliar conversation.
gion whose name is Viswarupadarsana
— which is to behold one's Own Self face, I had buried it in his shoes which as the self of the past, the present, and were cool, like stone. the future of the Universe.
It was the daybreak of my third day 'That last conversion, that supreme in Benares that the Master asked for realization — the realization of one's everyone to be present. Since a hunown identity with the existing All — dred people could not be accommodated is the goal to which little human con- in his room, we brought him outdoors. versions point. Desire then to convert He wished to be placed under that the human into the divine, the tem- mango tree where he had meditated poral into the timeless, to convert all for so many years. A group of disciples men not to one religion, but to the and friends surrounded him. essence of all religions! Go, my son, In the open he seemed better, his and ask each man to realize that he unshaven face did not look so white. himself is God.
He lifted his eyes and gazed at us ‘Make thy mistakes like a king, my slowly; not the least one of us all was son, but love with all thy heart. Love hastily passed over. Each one received — love.' His voice became fainter. 'Go his message, so far as he could interpret hence now, and look upon thy brother's the great glance cast upon him. Then face!'
the Holy One spoke: He closed his eyes and spoke no “The call has come, my children. I more.
must go. No lamentation! I have We bowed and touched our fore- taken you upon my back; I shall not heads to the floor and walked noise drop you into the ditch on my way lessly out of the Presence.
Home; you shall be in His House with me! To be afraid is vile, therefore fear not! Even the ultimate sin cannot
touch the fearless. For three days I did not see the 'Whatever I took from my master, Master again. My heart was heavy. I in turn pass on to you. I leave behind In India when a man dies we say he is me for you all that he taught. I take about to start upon the great journey nothing with me. All knowledge, all
– literally — he makes the supreme benediction, I lay here at my feet for change of habitation. 'I relinquish my you; spring from it into the Infinite!' hut to enter my palace,' say the dying. He ceased, and we saw that he was But must I, after knowing the splendor in great pain. of his presence, remain behind in the Suddenly he said, darkened and empty hut to wait — for 'I am in haste,' and chanted out:how long? I am not able in words to
‘Kamasya ytrapta convey the experience of this man.
Kamastatra Mam Sick and fragile as he was, the power of
Amritam Krisi,' his presence charged the very air we breathed until it lived like an organism
signing to all of us to chant with him. to bleed at a touch. How many times
But his voice was soon drowned I had entered his room to find him,
under the cry of a hundred men and "The Lion,' sitting straight on his bed
women: — and the people crouched about him on ‘Make me immortal, the floor like mice, bowed before his
There, where all are vestured in light.
There, where no longing is, silent power. Once I had been so over
For all longing has been stilled by come that seeking where to hide my