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=With The Samanas=

The Assignment
To see how The Samanas felt during their times of trying to enlighten themsevles and what it would be like to try and do that with something you did everyday or had everyday. I choose to give up cracking my knuckles for a week because it was a really bad habit that I started when I was maybe in fifth grade and never really thought of it when I did even to the extent when I was doing it, I wasn't reslizing it.



Getting Started
When I crack my knuckles, I put my hands together, palms facing eachother and then would puch my fingers backwards so that they would crack. For the first few days of my self-deprevation, I had to really think about not doing it and when ever I felt myself put my hands and fingers together, I knew I was going to crack my knuckles and made myself put my hands down, and "to experience the peace of an empty heart" (Hesse 14), felt like something was missing when I couldn't crack them.

=**Mid-Week**= By mid-week I was pretty good at catching myself putting my hands together trying to crack my knuckles but I wanted to do more than just having to catch myself. So, I tryed to not even put my hands together and not even start to bring my hands to crack them. It was really hard because I was used to being able to atleast put my hands together and catching myself but now I couldn't even bring my hands to touch eachother.

By The End
Although it was really hard to not even bring my hands together and not crack my fingers/knuckles, "when all passions and desires were silent" (14), it felt good not have to crack them if I was nervous or just bored. I think don't think I'm going to crack my knuckles anymore because I got used to making myself not do it and now I don't fell the need to crack them anymore. My self deprivation conclution is that Buddha's pathway of limiting yourself of the things you WANT most and only having the things you really need is the pathway for me and maybe I will continue to exert things from my life or things that I do more often now.

=The Awakening=

I choose to draw this picture because it showed when "Siddartha left the grove and felt that he had also left his formal life behind" (37). I drew Siddartha leaving the grove without Govinda, and he is upset and felt lost because he had just lost his best friend, he didn't know where to go or what to do now. Then after he was walking alog thinking to himself, "Siddartha looked up around him, a smile crept over his face, a strong feeling of awakening from a long dream spread right through his being" (39). That is when Siddartha felt like he didn't have to deprive himself of the beautiful things the world possesed and as "he looked around him as seeing the wrold for the first time, the world was beautiful, stranger and mysterious" (39)

=Kamala= Name: Kamala Location: The Pleasure Grove Eyes:Dark Green Hair:Black About Me: I am very observant and notice the little things, "bright, very sweet, and very clever"(51). Hobbies: Basking in my wealth and giving advice Lookingf for: A man with wealth and possesions

=**Samasara**= 3) Then I put all of my needed school work and binders in my backpack 4) I get out the cereal that I want to eat and eat that while fixing my lunch 5) After breakfast, I go brush my teeth 6) Lastly, I head out to the car to go up to the bus stop 7) Then there is school all day 8) After school, I go to Cross Country practice 9) After practice I go to work
 * 1)** I wake up bright and early at 5:45 a.m everyday!
 * 2)** I get ready by taking a shower,picking out my clothes and doing my makeup

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=**River Songs**= media type="custom" key="21324820" =Goodbye to a River by Don Henly= The rains have come early, they say We’re all gonna wash away Well, that’s all right with me If heaven’s torrent can wash clean The arrogance that lies unseen In the damage done since we have gone Where we ought not to be Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long

Lakes and levees, dams and locks They put that river in a box It was running wild And men must have control We live our lives in starts and fits We lose our wonder bit by bit We condescend and in the end We lose our very souls Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long

The dirty water washes down Poisoning the common ground Taking sins of farm and town And bearing them away The captains of industry And their tools on the hill They’re killing everything divine What will I tell this child of mine

(solo) I make a church out of words As the years dull my senses And I try to hold on to the world that I knew I struggle to cross generational fences And the beauty that still remains¡º I can touch it through you Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long

Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long

Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river So long

Goodbye to a river Goodbye to a river Roll on Quote: "A chilly emptiness in the water reflected the terrible emptiness in his soul" (88 Hesse).

Lazy River by Louis Armstrong
media type="custom" key="21324860" Up a lazy river by the old mill stream That lazy, hazy river where we both can dream Linger in the shade of an old oak tree Throw away your troubles, dream a dream with meUp a lazy river where the robin’s song Wakes up in the mornin’, as we roll along Blue skies up above ....everyone’s in love Up a lazy river, how happy we will be, now Up a lazy river with me(instrumental break)Up a lazy river by the old mill run That lazy, lazy river in the noon day sun You can linger in the shade of that fine ole tree Throw, away your troubles, baby, dream with meUp a lazy river where the robin’s song Wakes a brand new mornin’ as we roll along There are blue skies up above...and as long as we’re in love Up a lazy river, how happy we could be If you go up a lazy river with me Ah said with me now.....goin’up that... lazy river..... with me Quote: "and he saw the river flowing continually backwards, singing merrily" (96 Hesse).

Dog River Blues
media type="custom" key="21324884" Well I first kissed you on a hollow log Down by the river they call the dog We fell in love and we vowed that day Like the flow of the river our love won’t change Well we married that spring and we built a house On the bank of the river where the rock juts out Now the river’s still here but you’re long gone You left me and the river here all aloneI got the dog river blues I’ve walked holes in both my shoes Now I still got the river but I ain’t got you I got the dog river bluesWell the rain came down and the river rose up Filled up the cab on my pickup truck It came in the house and down the hall And washed your picture right off the wallChorusWell my heart still yearns and the river still rolls And I pray someday it’ll bring you home So if you change your mind honey I’ll be here Waiting on the banks of that oldog riverChorus Quote: "Never had a river attracted his as much as this one. It seemed to him as if the river had something special to tell him (100 Hesse).

=My Om= ** The Brahmin’s Son ** Handsome is the boy “His slender shoulders” (3 Hesse), Tan from the Indian sun And “beloved by all” (5) But not loved by himself “Dreams and restlessness of the soul” (5) Knowledge and wisdom call Only not to be answered “His intellect was not satisfied” (5) His vessel not full He stands and waits Not for an answer But for the will In the arrival of the sun ** With the Samanas ** Deprived of food Deprived of clothes on his back Deprived of Self “The nails grew long on his thin fingers” (13 Hesse) Among with others, He should not linger One single goal “To become empty, To become empty of thirst, Desire, Dreams, Pleasure, And sorrow” (14) To rid of one self Not to “walk on water” (24). ** Gotama ** “Every child knew the name of the illustrious Buddha” (25 Heese), A gathering of Monks “To come see the Perfect One” (26). “His peaceful countenance was neither happy nor sad” (27). Some view him as a savior Others do not Robbed them, Yet he has given something of greater value He has given them, Themselves ** The Awakening ** “He realized that something had left him, Like the old skin that a snake sheds” (37 Hesse). “A smile crept over his face, A strong feeling of awakening from a long dream, Spread right through his being” (39). “He looked around his as if seeing the world for the first time. The world was beautiful, strange, and mysterious” (39). And then, “He moved on again and began to walk, No longer homewards, No longer to his father, No longer looking backwards” (42). ** Kamala ** Beautiful and enchanting, Unknown to the world. “Under heaping black hair, he saw a bright, Very sweet Very clever face” (51 Hesse). Afraid of nothing And knowing of love. “No drops of sweetness must be lost from your lips, nor from mine” (55). His glance pleases her And for that he is lucky. ** Amongst the People ** Graying hair the merchant has, “Clever, prudent eyes, And a sensual mouth” (63 Hesse). Rich house with plentiful servants Skittering across carpeted rooms. Money is not the concern in his life, Nor in Siddhartha’s “If he made a profit, he accepted it calmly; If he suffered a loss, he laughed” (67). “He did, In fact, seem indifferent about business”(67). Giving and kind he still remained, But unsatisfied with his being Once again. ** Samsara ** The years passed by, And Siddhartha hardly noticed their going. “He had tasted riches, Passion and power, But for a long time He remained a Samana in his heart. He learned many things during this time. He learned how to transact business affairs, To exercise power over people, To amuse himself with a woman”(77 Hesse), As well as many other great riches people yearn for. Then, he realized, “Property, Possessions and riches have trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy; They had become a burden” (79). He dreams that night, A dream that influences his entire life, And the next day, Is gone. ** By the River ** Wandering about, Hopelessly lost and alone, “He had drawn nausea and death to himself from all sides” (87 Hesse). He wishes to be gone from this world, To be struck down by a force of nature. “He wishes passionately for oblivion, To be at rest, To be dead” (87). In seek of death, A river. Flowing with worldly power. It as if it speaks to him, “The sound of the Om reached Siddhartha’s ears, His slumbering soul suddenly awakened And he recognized the folly in his actions” (89). In a deep slumber, An old friend had come to his side. Govinda, sitting at his unknown friend’s body. Waiting for him to awaken, And to be on his way. ** The Ferryman ** A once before acquaintance, But not forgotten. A helping hand, Willing to teach and pass down knowledge. “Keep me here as your assistant, or rather your apprentice” (103 Hesse). Someone of so little can hold the greatest things, Can clear your mind and teach you teachings never imagined. Nature is the greatest memory of the whole, Entire world as one. It can destroy the things you love most, Open your eyes to new beginnings and ends. ** The Son ** “Frightened and weeping”(117), It is not easy to attend a needed ones ending. Young Siddhartha “sat pale faced on a hill of the dead, Locked his heart, Fought and strove against his fate” (117). Ill tempered and considerably rough, Yet treated with the same love and kindness. “I will win him with love and patience” (119). None the less, The Son is stuck in the past life, Never able to let go of what is truly gone. Just like his father, Gone with the river. ** OM ** Envy and longing sorrowed Siddhartha’s heart. “He took many travellers across the river who had a son or a daughter with them” (129). Each day had become dry, “The river was laughing clearly and merrily at the old ferryman” (131). Siddhartha leaned into the water to see only his reflection, Then memories flow into his dusted mind of his family and past times. He returned to the Ferryman, Who “no longer worked the ferryboat; his eyes were becoming weak, Also his arms and hands” (132). He has been the ferryman for a long time. And now it is over. “Yes, I am going into the woods; into the unity of all things” (137). ** Govinda ** Talk of an old ferryman had come his way Eager to meet this ferryman he was, So his journey, To cross paths. Then, “Once, O worthy one, many years ago, you came to this river and found a man sleeping there. You sat beside him to guard him while he slept, But you did not recognize the sleeping man, Govinda” (141). Recognition is the best way to say hello, For now Govinda was reunited with his long lost friend. Siddhartha had found what he was looking for, Not to be taught, Not to seek one others ideas, But to teach others the ways in which he travels.