A beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore, "The King of the Night"...

A beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore, "The King of the Night"...

There used to be A VERY HUGE TEMPLE, so huge that there were ONE UNDRED PRIESTS to worship the statues of God in the temple. And one night the chief priest dreamt, and the dream was such that it made him wake up. He could not believe it, but he could not disbelieve it either.

IN THE DREAM he saw GOD HIMSELF SAYING TO HIM that, "Tomorrow is the full moon night. Clean the whole temple, get ready -- I may come any moment. For thousands of years this temple has been calling me, but the call was professional; hence it was not heard. Your call is not professional. You are the FIRST CHIEF PRIEST in this temple whose HEART IS FULL OF LONGING, full of PRAYER, full of WAITING. You are not simply doing the rituals, your whole life is in it. So don't forget: TOMORROW I AM COMING and I am giving you an advance notice, so that THE TEMPLE IS READY TO RECEIVE THE GUEST for which it was made many, many centuries before."

It was DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE THAT GOD WILL SPEAK TO HIM -- he is nobody, he does not deserve it. On the contrary, he has so many weaknesses, so many frailties which every human being is prone to... But on the other hand, how to disbelieve? THE DREAM WAS TRUER than our so-called true life.

HE WAS WORRIED about what he was going to say to the other priests, because they will make him a laughingstock. The temple has been there  for centuries and God has never come. But even if it looks awkward,  embarrassing, he has to tell them -- because he alone cannot clean the whole temple; it is so big, so huge...

He woke up all the priests and said, "Forgive me for disturbing your sleep. I am in a dilemma: I have seen this dream..."And all the  priests laughed -- because PRIESTS ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DON'T BELIEVE
IN GOD. They know perfectly well that GOD IS A STRATEGY TO EXPLOIT PEOPLE.

They said, "It was just a dream, go back to sleep." But the chief priest could not sleep. In the morning he said, "IT MAY HAVE BEEN JUST A DREAM, BUT WHO KNOWS? If God comes and finds us unprepared, it will be such a shame. So I order you, as the chief priest, to clean the temple, to decorate the temple with flowers, with candles. Make it fragrant with incense, and let us wait. Even if it was only a dream, and God does not turn up, there is no harm. The temple needs cleaning, and it  is a good opportunity.

The whole day the temple was cleaned, decorated. Delicious food was made for God, but the whole day passed and there was no sign. And the  chief priest was standing on the door, looking far away where the sky seems to meet the earth -- the temple was in a very lonely place. But the road remained empty; NOBODY CAME.

The day disappeared into night. They were all hungry because they were waiting: first God should be served. And then all the other priests said, "We had told you, a dream is just a dream. WHO HAS EVER HEARD OF GOD COMING TO THE TEMPLES? You are very naive, very simple, very innocent. Now let us eat -- we are feeling hungry and tired -- and go to sleep."

So they closed the doors, and ate the food that they had made for God. And because they were tired from the whole day's cleaning and  decoration and preparation, they immediately fell asleep.

In the middle of the night A GOLDEN CHARIOT CAME ON THE ROAD  reaching to the temple. The sound of the chariot coming... and the chief priest was deep down still feeling that GOD CANNOT BE SO DECEPTIVE, particularly to a man who has never done any harm to him. He heard thesound of the chariot. He woke up the priests. He said, "HE IS COMING! I have just heard THE SOUND OF THE CHARIOT, listen."

And they were half asleep and they said, "Just go to sleep! You are going mad, just because of a dream. This is not a chariot, this is just  the clouds making noise." He was alone. They silenced him.

THE CHARIOT CAME TO THE DOOR. God stepped on the long steps  reaching to the temple. He knocked on the door. Again the chief priest said, "I HAVE HEARD SOMEBODY IS KNOCKING ON THE DOOR! Perhaps God has
come." And now it was too much annoying in the middle of the night... utterly tired and exhausted were the priests. Somebody shouted at him and said, "You shut up and just go to sleep! It is nothing but breeze hitting the doors. No God has come and no chariot has come; it has never happened." They again silenced him.

And in the morning when the chief priest... he could not sleep... THE WAITING kept him awake, THE LONGING KEPT HIM AWAKE. He got up early  and opened the door -- "My God!" he said, "He has come!" -- because on the road there were signs of his chariot coming up to the door, and on the steps he could see the signs of someone reaching the door. He looked carefully... because dust had gathered on the steps and there were PERFECT IMPRESSIONS OF THE FEET. It was no one other than God -- because the impressions in the dust were exactly the same as it has been described in the ancient scriptures; how the feet of God would make an impression.

With tears in his eyes, he ran inside and made all the priests wake up. And he said, "You did not listen to me -- it was NOT CLOUDS  THUNDERING in the sky, IT WAS THE CHARIOT OF GOD. And it was NOT THE WIND KNOCKING THE DOORS, it was he himself who has knocked. But now it is too late."

This beautiful poem has immense significance. GOD COMES TO EVERY HEART -- because that is the temple, THE ONLY TEMPLE -- he knocks on the heart. But you go on rationalizing, and your doors are closed.

OSHO
The Hidden Splendor
Ch #19: At the maximum you disappear
am in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
[part 1 of 4]

posted by Subhuti