By t to stay, t Sidd is time ago on my o t to go to, starting out from , my pat t time into a art there!

        tenderly, o ter, into transparent green, into tal lines of its draing on ting surface, ted in it. it e ones, al ones, er,    deligeful ! In    alking, old er! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oed to learn from it, ed to listen to it. and ter and its secrets, so it seemed to and many ots, all secrets.

        But out of all secrets of today only saoucer ran and ran, incessantly it ran, and    all times t ne! Great be and tood and grasped it not, only felt some idea of it stirring, a distant memory, divine voices.

        Siddeo t, listeo the rumbling hunger in his body.

        ready, and transported tood in t, Siddha reised him, he had also aged very much.

        "ould you like to ferry me over?" he asked.

        toniso see su , took o    and pus off the bank.

        "Its a beautiful life you ; t;It must be beautiful to live by ter every day and to cruise on it."

        it to side: "It is beautiful, sir, it is as you say. But isnt every life, isnt every iful?"

        "true. But I envy you for yours."

        "Aop enjoying it. t;

        Sidd;Once before, I oday because of my clotrust. ouldnt you, ferryman, like to accept to me, from me? For you must kno;

        "Youre joking, sir," the ferryman laughed.

        "Im not joking, friend. Beer in your boat for terial re today as    my clot."

        "And do you, sir, io tiravelling    clot;

        "A of all I     to tiravelling at all. Most of all I o give me an old loine ant, or ratrainee, for Ill o learn first o ."

        For a long time, t tranger, searg.

        "No; ;At oime, youve slept in my , time ago, possibly more ty years ago, and youve been ferried across ted like good friends.    youve been a Samana? I t t;

        "My name is Sidd seen me."

        "So be oday as ell me, o you."

        trengto overe t.    of t,    and c last day of ime as a Samana, love for tirred in . Gratefully, ed Vasudevas invitation. o tie t to takes; after to e, offered er, and Sidde e s, Vasudeva offered him.

        After    time of t, t on a log by told t    il late at niged ale.

        Vasudeva listened    attention. Listening carefully,    everyter    learning, all t searcress. tues one of test: like only a feen. it    er , open, ing,    lose a single one, aed not a single one ience, did not add    listening. Sidd,    is, to fess to suer, to burry in    his own life, his own search, his own suffering.

        But in tale,    sucer eentioirely and pletely absorbed by it, h his eyes closed.

        But    is as I t. to you. It is your friend as    speaks to you as    is good, t is very good. Stay o    to mine, but sime ago, for a long time, I ;

        "I t; said Sidd;I t. And I also tening to me so o listen. And I did not meet a single one    from you."

        "You ," spoke Vasudeva, "but not from me. taugo listen, from it you    as    kno. See, youve already learer too, t it is good to strive doo sink, to seek dept Sidd, told to you by t ot as ;

        Quoter a long pause: " ot;

        Vasudeva rose. "It is late," ;lets go to sleep. I t tell you t ot, or per already. See, Im no learned man, I o do is to listen and to be godly, I o say and teac, I mig like t is my task to ferry people across transported many, to all of t an obstacle on travels. travelled to seek money and business, and for rug to get t obstacle. But for some among topped being an obstacle, ts voice, teo it, and to t o me. Lets rest now, Sidd;

        Siddayed o operate t, and    t off trees. o build an oar, and learo mend t, and to s, and    more teacaugly, . Most of all,    to listen, to pay close attention    , ing, opened soul,    passion,    a ,    an opinion.

        In a friendly manner,    lengt about words. Vasudeva was no friend of words; rarely, Siddo speak.

        "Did you," so    oime, "did you too learn t secret from t time?"

        Vasudevas face    smile.

        "Yes, Sidd; ;It is t you mean, isnt it: t t o t t terfall, at t tains, every t time for it, not t, not ture?"

        "t is," said Sidd;And    my life, and it ed from t by somet, and urn to Braure. Notend is present."

        Siddasy; deeply, te ed    all suffering time,    all forms of tormenting oneself and being afraid time,    everytile in time, as soon as time    of existence by os? Iatic delig Vasudeva smiled at ly and nodded in firmation; silently urned back to his work.

        And once again, s flo;Isnt it so, o it t, and of a ;

        "So it is," Vasudeva nodded, "all voices of tures are in its voice."

        "And do you kno; Siddinued, " speaks, en t once?"

        over to Siddo ha had also been hearing.

        And time after time, o t just as brig just as t as s of t as alike to a c as alike to an old mans. Many travellers, seeing t ten, t in togeteo ter, o t t exists, of ernally taking s ime to time t botening to t of tion from terday, of one of travellers, te of    t,    eaced about to tion.

        t tted to otravellers felt. It    a traveller, after    tarted to tell tory of old about pains, fessed evil t and advice. It    someone asked for permission to stay for a nigo listen to t also    curious people came,    tions, but t no anstle old men, e and to    strange and gaga. And ty rumours.

        ted t oime, monks came by on a pilgrimage, folloama, to be ferried across told t t o t teaced one ion. It    long, until a ne of travellers and people ama and o o tion of a king, and are gats in droves, to o take plad t perfected one of an era o bee one he glory.

        Often, Sidd in t teas and . Kindly,    of o perfe before o ed o seemed to ime    tandiama and ill uo accept eaceacruly searcruly ed to find, could accept. But eadiernal, w is divine.

        On one of t on a pilgrimage to t to o be t beautiful of tesans. A long time ago, sired from o tama as a gift, aken eacors of togeto tama, in simple clot. ittle son, sravelling by t tired, desired to go back o rest, desired to eat, became disobedient and started whining.

        Kamala often o take a rest omed to    o feed o fort o scold    preo to go on ting and sad pilgrimage o an unknoo a stranger, o die. So w if he boy?

        tting close to Vasudevas ferry, . Sired, and ed. But suddenly, stered a    ten.

        o reaear to t able to go any furt tarted g miserably, only interrupting it to kiss and il tood at took to t, t, ove and    lig sao remember sometten. tantly reised, t it irred in .

        Kamalas    over ood Siddo love    seemed like a dream to     sloion, remembered te, called timidly for the boy.

        " ; said Siddha.

        Kamala looked into ongue, paralysed by t;Youve bee old, my dear," s;youve bee gray. But you are like t oime came    cloty feet, to me into t t time ill reise me?"

        Sidd;Instantly, I reised you, Kamala, my dear."

        Kamala poio ;Did ynise ;

        . t, Siddook    ted    t of to ime ago, ed to speak; from    and co    singsong, ttering a sob and fell asleep. Siddood by tove and cooked rice. Siddurned h a smile.

        "S; Siddly.

        Vasudeva nodded; over    of toves fire.

        Once again, Kamala returo sciousness. Pain distorted ly, , attentively, ing,    it,    his eyes.

        Looking at ;No your eyes ely different. By ill reise t youre Sidds you, and its not you."

        Siddly    hers.

        "You ?" s;You ;

        he smiled and placed his hand on hers.

        "Im seeing it," s;Im seeing it. I too ;

        "You ," Siddha spoke in a whisper.

        Kamala opped looking into    about o Gotama, o take, in order to see ted oo breat t s it    as good, as if sed to tell to    tongue no longer obeyed    speaking, s hrough her limbs, his finger closed her eyelids.

        For a long time,    and looked at ime, ired mout o, in time, , read in tired    as quend sa time    and at time real, ternity, pletely filled every aspect of , more deeply tructibility of every life, ternity of every moment.

        Sidd eat. In table, ood, trao sleep. But Sidd outside and sat t before t, listening to t, toucimes of    time. But occasionally, epped to t and listened, whe boy was sleeping.

        Early in t of table and o his friend.

        "You    slept," he said.

        "No, Vasudeva. I sat ening to t it old me, deeply it ,    of oneness."

        "Youve experienced suffering, Sidd I see: no sadness ered your ."

        "No, my dear, o me."

        "Your son so me as    no to o be done. Kamala ime ago. Let us also build Kamalas funeral pile on t my ;

        ill asleep, t the funeral pile.
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