It must have been about half-an-hour later, I think, when the footsteps
started coming back from the direction of the pa-kow. Just
like a person! It came right up to me, this time, heading for me as
if to run me over! I closed my eyes and refused to open them.
''I'll die with my eyes closed.''
It got closer and closer until it stopped dead in front of me and
just stood stock still. I felt as if it were waving burnt hands back
and forth in front of my closed eyes. Oh! This was really it! I threw
out everything, forgot all about Buddho, Dhammo and Sangho. I forgot
everything else, there was only the fear in me, stacked in full to
the brim. My thoughts couldn't go anywhere else, there was only fear.
From the day I was born I had never experienced such fear. Buddho
and Dhammo had disappeared, I don't know where. There was only fear
welling up inside my chest until it felt like a tightly-stretched
drumskin.
''Well, I'll just leave it as it is, there's nothing else to do.''
I sat as if I wasn't even touching the ground and simply noted what
was going on. The fear was so great that it filled me, like a jar
completely filled with water. If you pour water until the jar is completely
full, and then pour some more, the jar will overflow. Likewise, the
fear built up so much within me that it reached its peak and began
to overflow.
''What am I so afraid of anyway?'' a voice inside me asked.
''I'm afraid of death,'' another voice answered.
''Well, then, where is this thing 'death'? Why all the panic? Look
where death abides. Where is death?''
''Why, death is within me!''
''If death is within you, then where are you going to run to escape
it? If you run away you die, if you stay here you die. Wherever you
go it goes with you because death lies within you, there's nowhere
you can run to. Whether you are afraid or not you die just the same,
there's nowhere to escape death.''
As soon as I had thought this, my perception seemed to change right
around. All the fear completely disappeared as easily as turning over
one's own hand. It was truly amazing. So much fear and yet it could
disappear just like that! Non-fear arose in its place. Now my mind
rose higher and higher until I felt as if I was in the clouds.
As soon as I had conquered the fear, rain began to fall. I don't know
what sort of rain it was, the wind was so strong. But I wasn't afraid
of dying now. I wasn't afraid that the branches of the trees might
come crashing down on me. I paid it no mind. The rain thundered down
like a hot-season torrent, really heavy. By the time the rain had
stopped everything was soaking wet.
I sat unmoving.
So what did I do next, soaking wet as I was? I cried! The tears flowed
down my cheeks. I cried as I thought to myself,
''Why am I sitting here like some sort of orphan or abandoned child,
sitting, soaking in the rain like a man who owns nothing, like an
exile?''
And then I thought further, ''All those people sitting comfortably
in their homes right now probably don't even suspect that there is
a monk sitting, soaking in the rain all night like this. What's the
point of it all?'' Thinking like this I began to feel so thoroughly
sorry for myself that the tears came gushing out.
''They're not good things anyway, these tears, let them flow right
on out until they're all gone.''
This was how I practiced.
Now I don't know how I can describe the things that followed. I sat...
sat and listened. After conquering my feelings I just sat and watched
as all manner of things arose in me, so many things that were possible
to know but impossible to describe. And I thought of the Buddha's
words... paccattam veditabbo viññūhi4 - ''the wise will know for themselves.''
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