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from The Song of the Bird

“Excuse me, ” said an ocean fish to another fish. “You are older than l so can you tell me where to find this thing they call/he ouan?”
”The ocean,” said the older fish, “is the thing you are in now.”
“Oh, this? But this is wafer. What f’m seeking is the ocean, ” said the disappointed fish as he swam away to search elsewhere.
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A man came to the master in sannyasi robes. He said: “For years I have been seeking God. I have sought him everywhere that he is said to be: on mountain peaks, the vastness of the desert, the silence of the cloister, and the dwellings of the poor.”

“Have you found him?” the master asked. “No. I have not. Have you?”

What could the master say? The evening sun was sending shafts of golden light into the room. Hundreds of sparrows were twittering on a nearby banyan tree. In the distance
one could hear the sound of highway traffic. A mosquito droned a warning that it was going to strike . . . . And yet this man could sit there and say he had not found God. After a while he left, disappointed, to search elsewhere .

Stop searching, little fish. There isn’t anything to look for. All you have to do is look.

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