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2 July 1980 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
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[NOTE: This is an unedited tape transcript of an unpublished darshan diary, which has been scanned and cleaned up. It is for reference purposes only.]
In Celtic mythology Birthe is the daughter of the goddess of wisdom and song. This is a very significant symbol: it is very rare to find in any other mythology the combination of wisdom and song.
Ordinarily nobody thinks of them together -- and in reality they are together. Wisdom is a song. It is not seriousness, it is playfulness; it is not sad, it is celebrating. And unless wisdom is a song it is not true. Then it is only knowledge mere knowledge. It is only pretending to be wisdom. But real wisdom that can also become a song, that ultimately becomes a song, is born only out of meditation. Where is no other way.
Meditation simply means the art of inward journeying. We are perfectly aware how to go into the outside world, how to reach others. We have become capable of travelling long distances very easily; we have reached the moon, walked on the moon. But the people who walked on the moon had no idea who they were; they had not even penetrated the first layer of their inner being. They had gone so far away, and they had taken a great risk. It was risky, it was dangerous. It was a miracle that nothing went wrong. There was every possibility that they would not go back on the earth again. Anything could have gone wrong: it was a first attempt to land human beings on the moon. But they had never tried to go in, and
they may never try to go in; the idea may not occur to them.
People take themselves for granted -- that is the difficulty, They think they know themselves already.
and the reality of one's being is the most mysterious phenomenon, the most unknown and unknowable.
Meditation is the art of landing you at your very centre. We live on the circumference -- how to jump from the circumference to the centre? It is a whole art. I call it art rather than science because science is more mathematical and art is more artistic, more poetic. In science there are no exceptions, it follows universal laws. In art there are exceptions. In fact every individual reaches his centre in a slightly different 1/08/07
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way anybody else, because each individual has something unique in him. What is the divinity and the great grace of the universe, that it makes unique individuals only.
Meditation is the bridge between the circumference and the centre, between the outer and the inner, between mind and no-mind, between matter and consciousness.
Learn the art of meditation. My whole emphasis is on meditation. I don't want my sannyasins to become addicted to any other details of discipline, of food.…
Where are a thousand and one things people become anxious about, worried about -- what to eat, what not to eat, how much to sleep, when to get up, when to go to bed? They are all nonessential things. The only essential thing is to know oneself. And the person who wants to know himself will naturally arrange his life in such a way that it helps. Slowly slowly he will change his food without any effort, without any enforcement. He will start becoming alert about what food helps him to be more silent. Just by watching one knows what is healthy, what is unhealthy, what gives you cramps in the stomach and what gives you
heaviness, what makes you sleepy, what makes you alert, aware, light, what makes you sad and what makes you joyous.
Through watching, the meditator slowly becomes aware of what is the right time for him to sleep, and what is the right time for him to get up... And it will be different for everybody. That's why I don't want to prescribe any rules, because there are people who are day people and there are people who are night people.
The day people are more alive in the day, in the night they slow down. The night people are not so alive in the days they start becoming alive as the sun goes down. Evening is their real time, and as the night progresses they become more lively, now the same rule cannot be prescribed for both. Everybody has to find by experimentation, by awareness, what is right and wrong for him; and it is not for anybody else.
But one thing is for everybody, for all sannyasins -- and that is meditation. In fact by watching your habits, your life-style, your food, your sleep, the way you talk, the way you walk, you are learning meditation, because watching is the key. If first you can start watching outer things then you come a little closer: you start watching your thoughts, then a little closer and you start watching your emotions
-- you are already moving in, the meditation has started. When only the watcher is left and there is nothing to watch, you have arrived home. That's the centre. Suddenly great light explodes, all darkness disappears, and with it all misery, all death.
Meditation makes you aware of great music -- music without and music within. It is there, but we are not alert, we are not awake, hence we go on missing it, otherwise the whole existence is nothing but music.
That music is called 'god' by the mystics. God is not a person but the ultimate harmony of existence; it is an orchestra. Everything is in tune with everything else. The trees are in tune with the earth, the earth is in tune with the wind, the wind is in tune with the sky, the sky is in tune with the stars, and so on, so forth. There is no hierarchy. Even the smallest blade of erass is as significant as the biggest star. They both contribute to the orchestra of existence. They both enhance it, enrich it.
Everything is going on in such deep accord, but man remains unaware of it. That unawareness becomes his misery and he starts suffering from his own invented
nightmares. Otherwise life is a celebration, it is a constant celebration, a continuum, a non-ending festival. We just have to become a little more silent to be able to hear it. And when we are absolutely silent, not only silent but when we are silence -- then we disappear, then we are part of this whole cosmic harmony. That is the meeting of man with god, of the part with the whole. We disappear in one sense, we dissolve in one sense -- as an ego, as a person -- but we become the whole, so in another sense we are for the first time. The dewdrop disappears but becomes the ocean. It is not a loser, it loses nothing. It loses only its small boundaries which were not worth keeping. In fact they were creating this whole trouble: the fear, the trembling, the constant fear that the sun will rise and it will disappear, it will die.
Mahavira has said that man's life lived as an ego is just like a dewdrop hanging on a blade of grass, constantly afraid.
Just a small breeze and that's the end: the dewdrop falls into the earth and disappears. Or soon the morning will be there and the sun will rise and the dewdrop will evaporate. How can one live surrounded by so much death? All our boundaries are in fact drawn by our death; we are defined by our death. The moment we lose our boundaries we lose our death too. When we are eternal, then when we are infinite.
Remember that meditation is succeeding if you become more and more alert of the great music that is always there -- it just needs a sympathetic ear. Meditation creates that ear, that heart.
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Meditation is a very paradoxical experience. In one sense it takes away your personality, and it takes it away in toto; it leaves not even a trace of your personality. And it is our personality that we think makes us unique; it is not our personality that makes us unique. But we are afraid of losing our personality, our identity, because then we will be nobody -- and this is our uniqueness, this is what makes us special, this is our definition.
In the first place personality is not a reality; it is a mask. The very word 'personality' comes from
'persona', persona means a mask. In Greek theatre actors used to wear masks -- those masks were called persona -- and while they wore masks they had a personality.
We are all wearing masks. They are not our reality -- just faces imposed upon the original face.
Meditation will take away all your false faces -- that's the fear, that's why many people want to meditate but never meditate, they only talk about meditation but never take the jump into it, for the simple reason they are scared to lose their persona, their mask. That's all they have. And they have become accustomed to it: they only know themselves through it.
On the other hand, if you are ready to risk the mask, for the first time you discover your real uniqueness, your individuality. Individuality is totally different from personality. The word 'individuality' comes from a root which means indivisible: that which cannot be divided, that which cannot be dismantled, disintegrated.
Meditation takes away your personality and makes you aware of your individuality. That individuality is unique; it belongs only to you and to nobody else. There has never been any individual like you and there will never be again, because god never repeats. He always creates unique individuals.
And this is not only true about human beings, this is so about everything. Go to the sea beach and try to find two pebbles exactly the same and you will not be able to. Or go into the garden and try to find two leaves exactly the same and you will not be able to. It is not only that your thumb impression is unique, in fact, everything in existence is unique. But we go on biding our reality behind many many curtains and we become lost in our own inventions, in our own lies.
Meditation is the discovery of the truth. Of course one has to sacrifice many lies, but you don't lose anything, you gain. With every lie sacrificed a little bit of truth is discovered. And when you have discovered your whole truth you have found god.
There is no other paradise except when you achieve the state of no-mind. Mind
is hell and no-mind is heaven. Hell and heaven are not geographical; hell is psychological and heaven is spiritual.
People have been continuously looking for a geographical hell and heaven. They are only metaphors, and one should not stretch metaphors too far, otherwise they lose all meaning. That's what has happened, and it has happened all over the world, in almost all the religions: beautiful metaphors stretched too far have become ugly.
Now there are maps of hell, of heaven, available, and it is really strange that we were not able to make maps of the earth. Those were made just a few centuries ago, but there are five-thousand-year-old maps of heaven and hell. It was easy because it is all imagination; you can make anything out of imagination; hence the Christians' heaven is different and the Hindus' heaven is different and the Mohammedan's heaven is different. They are bound to be different: different peoples'imagination works in a different way.
The Tibetan heaven cannot be cool; they are so tired of the cold -- it is warm. The Indian heaven cannot be warm; they are so tired of the heat -- it is cool. Now how can they agree about that? An Indian heaven is bound to be air- conditioned. The Indian hell is full of fire, naturally -- that's how India is suffering. We know that's how hell should be more fire, fire and fire, all flame, everywhere. From where do they go on getting all this gas and kerosene? -- nobody knows! For eternity they have been burning hell-fire. And it cannot be a small thing: millions of people are thrown into hell. And the whole work consists of one thing: just cooking them' And they are not owed to die either, because if they die they are freed from suffering, and they have to be there for eternity. And the whole work consists of this. That may be the cause of the scarcity of petrol and kerosene. Hell is somewhere deep down, so they have shut off all petrol going towards hell.
And it must be easy there: you just put a pipe down and the petrol starts flowing. To pump it up is difficult!
This is just imagination. There is certainly something like hell, but it exists in you. And you are the creator of it, your mind is the cause of it. If you can go beyond the mind you go beyond hell, you go beyond suffering.
Meditation is the way of transcendence. And life can be sheer joy. There is no
reason why one should suffer. If we are suffering we are creating it.
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we become masters of our own hell. Then we of course can get out of it; there is nobody who is preventing us. No devil, no satan is the master of it -- we are! Throwing responsibility on somebody else -- on fate, on kismet -- is just a trick of the mind. So you go on creating your own hell but you go on throwing the responsibility on other peoples' shoulders, and the vicious circle continues.
Once we accept that we are the cause of our own misery, half the journey is already complete. Then the other half is not more difficult, it is less difficult; the first half is the most difficult part. The same energy can be used for creating paradise.
Knowledge is learned from others. Wisdom has to be discovered within oneself. Knowledge comes through studying scriptures, accumulating information from all possible sources. But wisdom is not information, wisdom is transformation. It does not come from any scripture or from any source whatsoever; it is already within you -- you just have to dig deeply into your own being. You have to find the rock-bottom beyond which you cannot go.
Once you have touched the rock-bottom, a fountain of wisdom immediately starts flowing in your life.
And then that wisdom has freshness because it is not borrowed; it is young, innocent, uncorrupted. It is not cunning; it is wise but not clever, it is intelligent but not intellectual. And it will change every thing in your life. Knowledge changes nothing, it simply goes on accumulating in you; you remain the same. Knowledge becomes like a burden; you can carry it on your head, you can go on piling it up in suitcases. That's what memory is, just the piling up of knowledge.
The more knowledge you have, the more you will be respected by people, but
you will know that you are the same person. You will not respect yourself, you will not have any self-respect. On the contrary you will have a deep self- condemnation. But with wisdom it is possible, people may not respect you, they may even condemn you, because your wisdom will be so fresh and so new that they may not be able to absorb, digest it. They may not even be able to hear it -- it may be so shocking to them. It will be against their traditions and conventions. Wisdom is never conventional, it is always revolutionary.
Knowledge is always conventional. The pundit always follows the past; the scholar goes on digging in the graves and goes on finding skulls and bones -- that's what his whole work is. The more skulls he accumulates, the more bones he accumulates, the greater scholar he is thought to be.
The wise man has no accumulation really, but he has a tremendous freshness, the freshness of the early morning breeze, the freshness of the first ray of the sun, the freshness of the flowers just opening, the freshness of dewdrops. He has a coolness, a calmness, but whatsoever he says brings rebellion into his own life and it brings rebellion into other people's lives.
That rebellious wisdom is possible only through meditation, not through mentation. Mentation will bring you more and more knowledge, and meditation will bring you more and more wisdom. When meditation is absolutely full, complete, entire; when nothing is left, when you have come to a point beyond which there is no further to go, then wisdom is total.
Then suddenly your life becomes integrated; it becomes one, centered, rooted, grounded.
Then you live joyously and you die joyously. Then whatsoever you do there is dance in it.
And when every breath is a celebration, then only should one think that one has found god, truth, the home.
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