Siddhartha

by Hermann Hesse

She had felt this most intensely at their last meeting, and amid the pain of her loss she was glad that she had drawn him so ardently to her heart that last time, that she had felt so thoroughly possessed and permeated by him.

She opened the door of the cage, took out the bird, and let it fly. She watched and watched it, the flying bird. From that day on she received no more visitors and kept her house locked. After a time she realized that she was pregnant from her last meeting with Siddhartha.

the old initial word and final word of all Brahmin prayers, the sacred “om,” which virtually means “the perfect” or “the completion.”

circuitously

“It is good,” he thought, “to taste everything that one needs to know. As I child I learned that wealth and worldly pleasure are not good. I knew it for a long time,

but I experienced it only now. And now I know it, know it not only with my memory, but also with my eyes, with my heart, with my stomach.

Above all, it taught him how to listen, to listen with a silent heart, with a waiting, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgment, without opinion.

everywhere at once, and only the present exists for it, and not the shadow of the future?”

The river is also always in flux and is very natural

“what word it speaks when you succeed in hearing all its ten thousand voices at once?” Vasudeva laughed happily, he leaned over to Siddhartha and spoke the sacred om into his ear. And that was indeed what Siddhartha had heard.

arduous

the indestructibility of every life, the eternity of every instant.

salutary

but so that he can be with other boys, and with girls, and in the world that is his. Have you never thought of that?”

The boy needs to be on a path with youth to grow, eventually he may come bck and choose something else. It's like how Siddhartha followed the diferent paths in an order to grow or becleansed of something. I think how materials have no time isn't super applicable

My friend, have you fully forgotten that tale, that instructive tale you once told me here,

You can not teach how to break samsara

stronger than his knowledge was his love for the boy, stronger his tenderness, his fear of losing him. Had he ever lost his heart so greatly, had he ever loved anyone like this, with a love so blind, so painful, so futile, and yet so happy?

The boy would much rather have been threatened by him, mistreated by him.

He now saw people in a different light, less cleverly, less proudly, but also more warmly, more curiously, more sympathetically.

Some times it seems each phase of his life brings a trade off of emotions also what happened to the Buddha

all these urges, all these childish feelings, all these simple, foolish, yet tremendously potent, powerfully living, powerfully triumphant drives and desires were no longer infantile

penitents,

The river laughed. Yes, it was so. Everything not fully suffered, not fully resolved came again: the same sorrows were suffered over and over.

Water cycle too samsara

Everything together was the river of events, was the music of life.

That music is om

Seeking means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal.

Wisdom cannot be communicated. Wisdom that a wise man tries to communicate always sounds foolish.”

The opposite of every truth is just as true! You see: A truth can be uttered and clad in words only if it is one-sided.

Gautama spoke and taught about the world, he had to divide it into samsara and Nirvana, into illusion and truth, into sorrow and salvation. There is no other choice, there is no other way for the man who wishes to teach. But the world itself, the Being around us and within us, is never one-sided. Never is a man or a deed all samsara or all Nirvana, never is a man all saintly or all sinful.

the sinner now and today, already contains the future Buddha, his future is fully here; you must worship in the sinner, in you, in everyone, the developing, the possible, the hidden Buddha.

my body and in my soul I realized that I greatly needed sin, I needed lust, vanity, the striving for goods, and I needed

the most shameful despair to learn how to give up resistance, to learn how to love the world, to stop comparing the world with any world that I wish for, that I imagine, with any perfection that I think up; I learned how to let the world be as it is, and to love it and to belong to it gladly.

I love and honor it not because it could become this or that someday, but because it is everything long since and always—and

each is special and prays the om in its own way, each is Brahma;