Mahavira was in accord with his self-nature on his path, Mohammed was in accord with his self-nature on his path. This much was common among them all. The paths were different, the personalities were different, the styles were different. Krishna playing on his flute…you cannot even imagine a flute on the lips of Mahavira, it doesn’t look right. Even if you saw Mahavira with a flute you would think that someone had forgotten and left it there, it could not be his. What would Mahavira do with a flute? And could you accept it if you found Krishna standing under a tree with his eyes closed, naked, without his peacock-feather crown? You would not even recognize him. You could recognize him only if you saw him dancing. Krishna’s dance is in accord with his inner being, the absolute silence of Mahavira is in accord with his inner being. Because of this accord, both are enlightened.
There is no question about your way of living. The ways can be infinite because there are infinite souls. Every soul has its own nature, its own individuality, its own uniqueness. This uniqueness is not to be eliminated, this uniqueness has to be given the right atmosphere.
What Sahajo is saying is right for her, it suits her. But I am not telling you to accept someone else’s idea about what suits you or not. Enlightenment happened to Janaka as a householder, while he was on his throne, while he was a king.
There is a very ancient story in the Upanishads, the story of the merchant Tuladhar.
An ascetic was practicing asceticism for years. His name was Jajali. He did such extreme practices that his body was almost dried out, it became like a dead, dry tree. He did not move. It is said he stood so unmovingly that birds built their nests in his hair and laid their eggs. Jajali only moved from that place when the eggs had hatched, the baby birds had come out and the birds had flown away.
Thinking that the baby birds might suffer, that the eggs might fall, he remained standing in the same position. He didn’t move, he didn’t even go to beg for food so he remained hungry for months. Only when the baby birds had flown away did he move. But on that day great pride and great ego arose in him: “Now who is a greater ascetic than I am? Who is a greater non-violent person than I am?” A great ego arose.
While he was talking to himself he heard the sound in the lonely forest of someone laughing. Then a voice of some invisible person said, “Jajali, don’t be so filled up with ego! If you want to see a man who knows, go and sit at the feet of the merchant Tuladhar.”
He could not understand: “Tuladhar, a merchant? – and such an ascetic as Jajali should sit at his feet? The great ascetic Jajali, in whose hair birds built nests and still he would not move, so great is his non-violence and his mercy and compassion? But even so I will have to go and see who is this merchant Tuladhar.” He went in search of him.
The merchant Tuladhar lived in Kashi, so he went to see him. Jajali could not believe it – Tuladhar was just an ordinary merchant! Day and night he was selling goods, holding his scales. That’s why his name became Tuladhar, “one who holds the balance.” He was always weighing things. He was selling and weighing with a crowd of customers when Jajali arrived. Tuladhar did not even look at Jajali. He said, “Jajali, sit down. Don’t be so proud that the birds made their nest in your hair, that you didn’t move until the birds were grown up and had flown away. Sit, sit silently; first let me finish with all the customers.”