him. This herdsman prince, this poor fellow who had stumbled in here, was only coming back from the spring, where he had been for water, and had been gone no more than fifteen minutes. But still he was also coming from a dungeon, had lost a wife, a son, and a principality, had completed a human life and had caught a glimpse of the revolving wheel. The chances were that this young man had already been wakened once or several times before, and had breathed a mouthful of reality, for otherwise he would not have come here and stayed so long. But now he seemed to have been properly awakened and become ripe for setting out on the long journey. It would take a good many years just to teach this young man the proper posture and breathing.
By this look alone, this look which contained a trace of benevolent sympathy and the hint of a relationship that had come into being between them, the relationship between master and disciple — by this look alone the yogi accepted the disciple. This one look banished the fruitless thoughts from the disciple’s head. It bound him in discipline and service. There is no more to be told about Dasa’s life, for all the rest took place in a realm beyond pictures and stories. He never again left the forest.
Примечания
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Serf, servant.
