Chapter 3: Seek Nothing Outside
The six senses have to be noted down. Ordinarily we talk only of five senses; the sixth is dormant. The moment you turn in, the sixth sense starts working. Hence when the Buddhists talk about six senses it amazes people - where is the sixth sense? It is not visible, it is when you close your eyes: suddenly you see a new sense penetrating in your interiority which you have never known before. It has always been there, but you have never turned inwards. So Buddha always talks about six senses.
“The spiritual light manifesting through the six senses has never been interrupted.”
Now it should be made seven senses, for the simple reason.Up until this century physiologists were not aware that in your ear there are two senses, not one. One is the sense of hearing and the other is the sense of balance. The drunkard wavers, wobbles as he walks, for the simple reason that the alcohol affects the sense of balance. He wants to put his foot in one place, and it goes to another. This sense that is hidden in the ear has never been mentioned in the past, because it is not as manifest as eyes, ears or hands. The poor drunkard suffers because of the sixth sense.
So I would like to change the order. The seventh sense is the buddha-sense, the buddha-eye. The sixth you all have. Somebody hits on your ear, and suddenly you feel the whole world moving - that is the sixth sense.
A drunkard is trying hard to open the lock of his door. His wife had got tired of him; he won’t listen, he will come home whenever he feels like it - in the middle of the night.So she said, “You keep the key and you silently open the door, go into the room, and sleep. And don’t disturb me!”
He was in great trouble, and a policeman on the street was watching the difficulty of the poor man. He could not manage to enter the key into the lock; both his hands were wobbling. You need a little balance to make the lock stand still, and you need also balance for your other hand which is holding the key.
The policeman, feeling for the old man, came by and asked him, “Can I help you?” He said, “You have to. Just hold my house while I open the door. Everything is trembling, it seems there is an earthquake going on.” The policeman laughed, and he said, “This idea never entered in my mind.”
At that very moment the wife, hearing some noise, opened the window on the second story and asked, “What is the matter? Is the key not working? Shall I throw down another key?” The man said, “The key is perfectly okay, you just send another lock so that I can open it.”
Just, everything loses its sense of balance. One starts not only walking wobbly, one starts seeing things which are not there, avoiding things which are not there, and staggering against things which are there. There is a confusion. To follow a drunkard from the pub to his house is a great experience. How many great things happen on the way, you cannot believe.