The Son of the Brahman

Share In the shade of the house, in the sunshine of the riverbank, in the shade of the forest, in the shade of the fig tree, is where Siddhartha grew up, the handsome son of the Brahman, the young falcon,…

With the Samanas

Share In the evening of this day, they caught up with the ascetics, the skinny Samanas, and offered them their companionship and obedience. They were accepted. Siddhartha gave his garments to a poor Brahman in the street. He wore nothing…

Gotama

Share In the town of Savathi, every child knew the name of the exalted Buddha, and every house was prepared to fill the alms-dish of Gotama’s disciples, the silently begging ones. Near the town was Gotama’s favorite place to stay,…

Awakening

Share When Siddhartha left the grove, where the Buddha, the perfected one, stayed behind, where Govinda stayed behind, then he felt that in this grove, his past life also stayed behind and parted from him. He pondered about this sensation,…

Kamala

Share Siddhartha learned something new on every step of his path, for the world was transformed, and his heart was enchanted. He saw the sun rising over the mountains with their forests, and setting over the distant beach with its…

With the Childlike People

Share Siddhartha went to Kamaswami the merchant, he was directed into a rich house, servants led him between precious carpets into a chamber, where he awaited the master of the house. Kamaswami entered, a swiftly, smoothly moving man with very…

Samsara

Share For a long time, Siddhartha had lived the life of the world and of lust, though without being a part of it. His senses, which he had killed off in hot years as a Samana, had awoken again, he…

By the River

Share Siddhartha walked through the forest, was already far from the city, and knew nothing but that one thing, that there was no going back for him, that this life, as he had lived it for many years until now,…

The Ferryman

Share By this river I want to stay, thought Siddhartha, it is the same which I crossed a long time ago, on my way to the childlike people, a friendly ferryman had guided me then, he is the one I…

The Son

Share Timid and weeping, the boy had attended his mother’s funeral; gloomy and shy, he had listened to Siddhartha, who greeted him as his son, and welcomed him at his place in Vasudeva’s hut. Pale, he sat for many days…

OM

Share For a long time, the wound continued to burn. Many a traveler Siddhartha had to ferry across the river who was accompanied by a son or a daughter, and he saw none of them without envying him, without thinking:…

Govinda

Govinda

Share Together with other monks, Govinda used to spend the time of rest between pilgrimages in the pleasure-grove, which the courtesan Kamala had given to the followers of Gotama for a gift. He heard talk of an old ferryman, who…