The Disciple
Episode 37 (based on a true story)
I haven’t heard a word spoken by
him since his awakening. He can’t have awakened mute since he had voiced
everything he thought about. A whim not every living had.
“You’ve had it” he said, “you never
lacked it and here you meet a disciple of yours … can’t you recognize?”
“I can tell it’s you … I told you
millions of times poets are liars …. They lie all the time …. But you were no
lie to me … you were the one true word I’ve uttered”
“And then the ascent had taken you
… I still recall every word you’ve said about enchantresses of heaven and
hounds of hell.”
“You have always sought the one to
voice your serenity …. Or rebellion …. The one to paint the desatured image of
fairies slumbering in your brain for you never wanted to carry the burden of
setting sail on your own … Alas … verily you were the one truth I’ve uttered
before my solitude started …. You the immaculate perceiver have parted your
virgin like perception but there was no way back …. Yet you followed … Alas ….
My sin and virtue …. I’ve warned you …. The heights you see are nothing but
forlorn extension of the depths of the roots …. The higher the ascent the
deeper the descent.”
“How did you lead your life?”
“A hermit and a heretic … a lunatic
and a sage. “
“Have you severed all the ties with
the living?”
“Ties with the living? …. It
nauseates me … they wanted me to stoop as I walked amongst their graves … their
lively graves …. They wanted me chained with their virtues ….. I was not
forgiven because I was not envious ….”
“And now we are here ever after?”
“Will you believe me when I say we
are there ever after, watching the dreadful world without us? But distinctly I
remember before all the attachments were severed …. I disappeared from my
disciple’s mind.”
And Thus a grudge has unfolded ….
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