Chapter 5: The Seed of Liberation
Howsoever big a house you can make, or howsoever powerful you become politically, economically, socially, death is going to take them all away from you - and not much intelligence is needed to understand this. But the inner powers, death cannot take them away. They are beyond death and they never frustrate you. They are your powers; your potentialities come to flower. There seems to be no need to sacrifice them, no need to renounce them. But Patanjali is saying that they have also to be renounced, otherwise you will start living in a world of visions - again the power trip. And religion is not a power trip.
You are not seeking the ego, but you are trying to find out the whole - and the whole is possible only when all sorts of egoistic trips are dropped and sacrificed. When you are not, the divine is.
Let me tell you one very famous Sufi story, The Holy Shadow.
There once lived a saint so good that the angels came from heaven to see how a man could be so godly. This saint went about his daily life diffusing virtue as the stars diffuse light and the flowers scent, without being aware of it. His day could be summed up by two words - he gave, he forgave - yet these words never passed his lips. They were expressed in his ready smile, his kindness, forbearance, and charity.
The angels said to God, “Lord, grant him the gift of miracles.”
God replied, “Ask what it is that he wishes.”
They said to the saint, “Would you like the touch of your hands to heal the sick?”
“No,” answered the saint. “I would rather God do that.”
“Would you like to convert guilty souls and bring back wandering hearts to the right path?”
“No, that is the angels’ mission. It is not for me to convert.”
“Would you like to become a model of patience, attracting men by the luster of your virtues, and thus glorifying God?”
“No,” replied the saint. “If men should be attracted to me, they would become estranged from God.”
“What is it that you desire, then?” asked the angels.
“What can I wish for?” asked the saint smiling. “That God gives me his grace; with that would I not have everything?”
The angels said, “You must ask for a miracle, or one will be forced upon you.”
“Very well,” said the saint. “That I may do a great deal of good without ever knowing it.”
The angels were perplexed. They took counsel and resolved upon the following plan: every time the saint’s shadow fell behind him or to either side, so that he could not see it, it would have the power to cure disease, soothe pain, and comfort sorrow.
When the saint walked along, his shadow, thrown on the ground on either side or behind him, made arid paths green, caused withered plants to bloom, gave clear water to dried-up brooks, fresh color to pale children, and joy to unhappy men and women.