Siddhartha

“When someone is seeking,” said Siddhartha, “it happens quite easily that he only sees the thing that he is seeking; that he is unable to find anything, unable to absorb anything, because he is only thinking of the thing he is seeking, because he has a goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to

Anyway, let it rest, my friend, and do not hurt yourself by scolding. If the day comes when you think: this Siddhartha is doing me harm, just say one word and Siddhartha will go on his way. Until then, however, let us be good friends.”

But a few others are like stars which travel one defined path: no wind reaches them, they have within themselves their guide and path.

“Do not scold, my dear friend. Nothing was ever achieved by scolding. If a loss has been sustained, I will bear the loss. I am very satisfied with this journey. I have become acquainted with many people, I have become friendly with a Brahmin, children have sat on my knee, farmers have showed me their fields. Nobody took me for a merchant.”

Vasudeva was no friend of words. Siddhartha was rarely successful in moving him to speak. He once asked him, “Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time?” A bright smile spread over Vasudeva’s face. “Yes, Siddhartha,” he said. “Is this what you mean? That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the so

Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goal, if he can think, wait and fast.”

“It is not seemly for Brahmins to utter forceful and angry words, but there is displeasure in my heart. I should not like to hear you make this request a second time.”

he learned more from the river than Vasudeva could teach him. He learned from it continually. Above all, he learned from it how to listen, to listen with a still heart, with a waiting, open soul, without passion, without desire, without judgment, without opinions.

“But you did want. Listen, Kamala, when you throw a stone into the water, it finds the quickest way to the bottom of the water. It is the same when Siddhartha has an aim, a goal. Siddhartha does nothing; he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he goes through the affairs of the world like the stone through the water, without doing anything, without best

today he only saw one of the river’s secrets, one that gripped his soul. He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new.