Siddhartha

In the shade of the house in the sunshine of the riverbank near the boats in the shade of the Sal-wood forest in the shade of the fig tree is where Siddhartha grew up the handsome son of the Brahman the young falcon together with his friend Govinda son of a Brahman. The sun tanned his light shoulders by the banks of the river when bathing performing the sacred ablutions the sacred offerings. In the mango grove shade poured into his black eyes when playing as a boy when his mother sang when the sacred offerings were made when his father the scholar taught him when the wise men talked. For a long ume Siddhartha had been partaking in the discussions of the wise men practising debate with Govinda practising with Govinda the art of reflection the service of meditation. He already knew how to speak the Om silently the word of words to speak it silently into himself while inhaling to speak it silently out of himself while exhaling with all the concentration of his soul the forehead surrounded by the glow of the clear-thinking spirit. He already knew to feel Atman in the depths of his being indestructible one with the universe. Joy leapt in his fathers heart for his son who was quick to learn thirsty for knowledge; he saw him growing up to become great wise man and priest a prince among the Brahmans. Bliss leapt in his mothers breast when she saw him when she saw him walking when she saw him sit down and get up Siddhartha strong handsome he who was walking on slender legs greeting her with perfect respect. Love touched the hearts of the Brahmans young daughters when.