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In the shade of the house, in the sunshine of the
riverbank near the boats, in
the shade of the Sal-wood forest, in the shade of the fig tree is where Siddhartha
grew up, the handsome son of the Brahman, the young
falcon, together with his
friend Govinda, son of a Brahman. The sun
tanned his light shoulders by the
banks of the river when
bathing, performing the sacred ablutions, the sacred
offerings. In the
mango grove, shade poured into his black eyes, when playing
as a boy, when his mother sang, when the sacred offerings were made, when his
father, the scholar, taught him, when the wise men talked. For a long time,
Siddhartha had been
partaking in the discussions of the wise men, practicing
debate with Govinda, practicing with Govinda the art of reflection, the service of
meditation. He already knew how to speak the Om silently, the word of words,
to speak it silently into himself while
inhaling, to speak it silently out of himself
while
exhaling, with all the concentration of his soul, the forehead surrounded
by the glow of the clear-thinking spirit. He already knew to feel Atman in the
depths of his being,
indestructible, one with the universe.
Joy
leapt in his father's heart for his son who was quick to learn,
thirsty for
knowledge; he saw him growing up to become great wise man and priest, a
prince among the Brahmans.