Kali watched Ozh-en who, embodied in a flea, sucked the blood of the cat who was his guest and, in her goddess eyes, the flea manifested its thought.
"Ah, what a boring life - thought the flea - a sip of blood, a walk among the hairs, forced to follow this flea animal in order not to die of hunger, limited in my horizons by the forest of these fur and by the movements of this beast that, however, at least, is freer than me ! Ah, if I were him! " sighed.
Taken by an unusual moment of tenderness, Kali gave a burning pinch on the back of the cat who turned irritably and began to gnaw at the fur to eliminate the discomfort, only managing to crush Ozh-en between his teeth.
Kali watched her disciple, "happy at last" she thought, as she led her life as a cat.
"This cannot go on - thought the cat - io I am always hungry but, if I want not to have a perpetually empty belly, I have to work hard to catch mice. Which, on top of that, have a lousy taste!
You want to put the good life that the ox leads: not only is he always in close contact with man, but this gives him the tenderest grass in the summer and the crispest hay in the winter! "
Kali pondered for a moment - just long enough for the cat to be at the end of her days - if she needed to get angry, then she was distracted by a passing bee and when she looked back at Ozh-en, without even realizing it she had fulfilled the his desire and now he was walking placidly through the fields pulling the plow.
Shrugging his many shoulders casually, she brought her attention back to him.
"Nice guy this man, - the ox was grumbling - he sits all day, with his nice hat that protects him from the sun while I work like a mule carrying him up and down the fields with the plow that makes me splash the earth on my hind legs giving me an unbearable itch . If I weren't an ox I would really like to be a man! "
There was pneumonic plague in the country, and this had put the goddess in such a good mood that she had an infected mouse bite the ox and, as soon as Ozh-en died, she was reborn into a man.
"I'm too permissive with him," Kali told herself to herself, kindly scolding herself, so absorbed that she didn't realize she had forgotten to hide from Ozh-en's eyes.
“Here is the maximum of the maximum! - exclaimed between sé at his sight Ozh-en - If I were Kali I could make and undo, have and destroy, appear and disappear ... "
Kali ran away as fast as she could, telling herself that no, she couldn't really give it to her! Ananda and Billy
I see your desire to be happy, son and brother, and in it I recognize intact the same desire that was part of my passage into the material world.
Io I have been looking for happiness in hearing me stronger than the others, but my strength has always proved fragile as glass when I am willing to observe myself.
I have sought happiness in feeling myself bigger than the others men, boasting titles, crowns, high-sounding appellations and all kinds of trappings that could distinguish me from the others, but I had to abandon my illusion of grandeur the moment I recognized myself in death.
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I have been looking for happiness in owning, convinced that those who have more are worth more, but this happiness of mine dissolved like snow in the sun the moment I realized that not even the most precious asset I owned could give me that little drop of love that I needed to make my loneliness less empty.
I have sought happiness incontentment of the mind, making myself a devourer of words and knowledge, but the day came when my happiness shattered miserably in realizing that my wisdom was sterile if it could not be shared.
I have been looking for happiness in religion, filling my days and nights with obsessive rituals, with spiritual techniques aimed at reaching Him, but even this happiness lasted only until I realized that to know Him I first had to know me and that nothing, instead, of me I knew.
Allora I cursed happiness, denying all that I had done before, rejecting all possessions, becoming an aimless wreck, making ignorance my banner and blasphemy my sword, leaving others with the hope of being happy.
Finally I forgot the existence of happiness, and it came, crumb by crumb, while, slowly and often painfully, I revealed the mystery that I was to myself.
So
I danced with my inner joy,
I sang the beauty of the world,
I dreamed beautiful dreams in the blue of the sky,
I greeted God in a drop of rain,
I have possessed love for others,
I humbly felt great in front of the sea,
strong in the face of adversity,
tender in the face of the torments of others.
And nothing, not even death, has disturbed my happiness anymore. Rodolfo
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When I finally see the Real, I find joy.
The path to the pursuit of happiness
There is nothing to look for, everything is already here.
The most precious thing is to be aware of it!
Blessed also be to seek something else for its function.
For a long time, and still to some extent still today, I have searched (even compulsively) for something else and I say thanks to this push.
Like a need for research, a restlessness, a feeling of tightness in one's own skin and then living it as a home.
Thanks to who in front of me held the lantern in whose light I felt the direction.
In knowing oneself there is peace and serenity and you understand the real.
When you have spent your life trying to know yourself, and you live inside you realize that there is no goal to reach, not even happiness because everything that happens is for you, without coloring.
"Being for yourself"
That inner peace, that feeling at ease with oneself, perhaps this can be called happiness.
At the same time, there is an awareness that that state cannot be continuous: if this were the case, we would not have the conditions to progress on the path of understanding.
This is the human condition that we are called to embrace
Sometimes, when nothing is missing, I am happy and everything seems to be in its place.
For the most part moved by dissatisfaction or rather restlessness, the path of each one is described here ...
Unraveling the mystery that one is for oneself.
In which way?
Supported by what understandings, by which to feel?
Everything probably comes to fruition when it is its season.
As a flea at various levels of human evolution, access to happiness and the depth of this I think is linked to the level of awareness and feeling reached.
The way for us now is to continually return to our inner source by not adhering to the illusions and tales of the mind.
To do this we need the meditative practice of zazen and frequently bring attention to the sensations.
Indulge the thrust that comes from our interior: restlessness is the engine of becoming.
Thank you.