Scholars sometimes seem to be so stupid. There was a hair in Srinagar, in Kashmir, thought to be Hazrat Mohammed’s. Mohammedans worshipped it because that was the only relic left from the body of Mohammed. Nobody knows whose hair it is, and there is no way to prove that it is Mohammed’s hair. But a few years back it was stolen.
Then there was great fuss all over the world amongst the Mohammedans. That mosque, Hazrat Bal…bal means hair; even the bal is to be called Hazrat, Osho – “revered hair.” And it was such a difficult situation. Riots started happening because Mohammedans thought certainly it must be the Hindus. And Hindus are a very small minority in Kashmir. Even though Hindu leaders in Kashmir declared again and again, “We are not concerned at all with your religion,” it was to no avail.
Finally the Indian prime minister, Jawaharlal Nehru, had to send the chief of the armies with a great number of soldiers to surround the mosque and somehow manage to restore the hair.
Now, how can you manage? Somehow it was managed: somebody’s hair has been put in the tube which was empty. Now everybody is happy that the hair has been found. What kind of stupidity…? What will you do with the hair? But people are concerned with absolute absurdities, so much involved, and this is because of the scholars, the so-called learned who provoke the masses.
Isan must have moved from one teacher to another teacher. He went on, looking for a man who is essential, who is not a Buddhist but a buddha, who does not believe in any hypotheses – who knows. And when he came to Hyakujo, immediately something transpired. He found the master.
That was the way students, disciples, devotees, went on searching, from one monastery to another monastery, from one monk to another monk. There are no visible signs, no certificates to say who is enlightened. You have to find with your own heart someone in whose presence your heart starts dancing. It is an inner finding – one in whose presence your whole life becomes light, in whose presence certainly your mind is gone as if it had been a shadow, and utter silence falls over you.
When he came to Hyakujo, he immediately became a disciple.
Later, Hyakujo sent Isan to Mount I as abbot. Isan lived as a wild hermit initially, but by and by began to attract disciples; they finally increased to one thousand in number. Isan taught at Mount I for more than forty years.
This was just a small biographical note. Now the sutras.
One night Isan was in attendance on Hyakujo, sitting till late in the quietness of the mountain temple.
“Who are you?” Hyakujo asked.
“Reiyu,” replied Isan.
“Rake in the fireplace,” instructed Hyakujo.
Isan did as he was told and said, “I find no embers left”