Whoever, when the beloved turns harsh,
and misfortune has been met.
endures and yet keeps loving,
that alone is truly called love.
Garments, fragrance, garlands, ornaments,
women, and couches too.
those who, being out of favor, do not enjoy them,
that is not what is truly called love.
For that, the path is this: service to a worthy Master,
keeping far from the company of the foolish.
study, the practice of solitude,
and pondering the sense of the scriptures with a steady mind.
One who, out of dependence, cannot partake of dress, fragrance, ornament, woman and the bed, is not called a true renunciate.
To serve the Sadguru and experienced elders, to keep away from the company of fools, to study the true scriptures with a one-pointed mind and contemplate their profound meaning, and to realize within the mind a steadfast peace in the form of dhriti—this is the path of Nishreyas.
First, a question or two.
Mahaveer Vani #34
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Read in Original Hindi (मूल हिन्दी)
Sutra (Original)
जे य कंते पिए भोए,
लद्वे विपिट्ठीकुव्वई।
साहीणे चयइ भोए,
से हु चाइ त्ति वुच्चई।।
वत्थगंधमलंकारं,
इत्थियो सयणाणि य।
अच्छन्दा जे न भुंजंति,
न से चाइ ति वुच्चई।।
तस्सेस मग्गो गुरु विद्धसेवा,
विवज्जणा बालजणस्स दूरा।
सज्झायएगन्तनिसेवणा य,
सुत्तत्थसंचिन्तणया धिई य।।
लद्वे विपिट्ठीकुव्वई।
साहीणे चयइ भोए,
से हु चाइ त्ति वुच्चई।।
वत्थगंधमलंकारं,
इत्थियो सयणाणि य।
अच्छन्दा जे न भुंजंति,
न से चाइ ति वुच्चई।।
तस्सेस मग्गो गुरु विद्धसेवा,
विवज्जणा बालजणस्स दूरा।
सज्झायएगन्तनिसेवणा य,
सुत्तत्थसंचिन्तणया धिई य।।
Transliteration:
je ya kaṃte pie bhoe,
ladve vipiṭṭhīkuvvaī|
sāhīṇe cayai bhoe,
se hu cāi tti vuccaī||
vatthagaṃdhamalaṃkāraṃ,
itthiyo sayaṇāṇi ya|
acchandā je na bhuṃjaṃti,
na se cāi ti vuccaī||
tassesa maggo guru viddhasevā,
vivajjaṇā bālajaṇassa dūrā|
sajjhāyaegantanisevaṇā ya,
suttatthasaṃcintaṇayā dhiī ya||
je ya kaṃte pie bhoe,
ladve vipiṭṭhīkuvvaī|
sāhīṇe cayai bhoe,
se hu cāi tti vuccaī||
vatthagaṃdhamalaṃkāraṃ,
itthiyo sayaṇāṇi ya|
acchandā je na bhuṃjaṃti,
na se cāi ti vuccaī||
tassesa maggo guru viddhasevā,
vivajjaṇā bālajaṇassa dūrā|
sajjhāyaegantanisevaṇā ya,
suttatthasaṃcintaṇayā dhiī ya||
Translation (Meaning)
Questions in this Discourse
A friend has asked:
Osho, yesterday you said that in Mahavira’s vision man alone is wholly responsible for each act and deed. Whereas other outlooks say: in this vast, orchestrated cosmos, what significance does a human being have? Not a leaf moves without God’s will. In that view, where does karma fit? On one side is a proclamation of freedom, on the other the talk of dependence. Or say, how does one bring doing and happening into harmony?
Osho, yesterday you said that in Mahavira’s vision man alone is wholly responsible for each act and deed. Whereas other outlooks say: in this vast, orchestrated cosmos, what significance does a human being have? Not a leaf moves without God’s will. In that view, where does karma fit? On one side is a proclamation of freedom, on the other the talk of dependence. Or say, how does one bring doing and happening into harmony?
The trouble begins with the very idea of harmonizing. Don’t try to harmonize. Two paths never match. Their destination may be one, but the paths do not accord. And whoever tries to make them accord never reaches the goal.
It may be that many trails up a mountain reach the same peak, but two trails are still two trails; trying to make them one is futile. And the person who tries to walk by coordinating two roads won’t be able to walk at all.
There is consonance at the destination; there is none between the paths. Yet we keep trying to coordinate paths—and that creates great difficulty.
Mahavira’s way is the way of resolve; Meera’s way is the way of surrender. They are utterly opposite ways, while the goal is the same. Meera says: “You are everything; I am nothing. There is no point in my being—I want only Your being.” Here, the “I” is to be erased so totally that nothing remains—emptiness. Only the “You,” the one reality, remains; the “I” is utterly lost. And the day only “You” remains, even “You” loses meaning—because whatever meaning “You” has is due to “I.” If I erase the “I” completely, what meaning can “You” have? Even to say “Only You are” becomes pointless. Who will say it, who will experience it? If I entirely efface the “I,” the “You,” too, loses its meaning. If one is gone, the other goes with it.
Meera says: Let the “I” be erased. Chaitanya says: Let the “I” be erased. Kabir says: Let the “I” be erased. These are paths of surrender. Mahavira says: Erase the “You,” let only the “I” remain. This seems the reverse, but in depth it is not, because the destination is one. Mahavira says: Forget the “You” altogether; we have nothing to do with it, no relation to it—as if there is no “You.” For you there is only “I.” Let this “I” remain alone. The day the “I” stands alone and the “You” is not at all, that day the “I” loses its meaning—because all the meaning in the “I” is supplied by the “You.”
“I” and “You” can exist only together, not separately. They are two sides of the same coin. One says, throw away the obverse, and the reverse will be thrown away with it. Another says, throw away the reverse, and the obverse will go with it.
Mahavira says, the “I” alone is the sole existence. The day the “You” is utterly erased—no God—there Mahavira gives God no place, because God means giving place to the “You.” There is no “You,” only “I” am. Then all responsibility is mine, all fruit is mine, all consequences are mine. Whatever I am experiencing, I am; whatever I can become, that too I am. In such a way, let only the “I” remain alone one day, and when all “You’s” have dissolved, even the “I” will lose meaning and fall.
Whether you preserve the “You” or preserve the “I,” preserving one of the two is a path. And in the end, when one remains, even that falls—because it cannot remain without the support of the other. Where you begin from depends on your temperament, your individuality, your bent—your type. But don’t mix the two. They cannot be mixed, otherwise the very purpose each is designed for is lost. There is no mixing between them.
Never, even by mistake, try to combine Mahavira and Meera. They stand with their backs to each other. Where they begin, their backs are turned. Where they meet, both are lost.
Meera does not remain, because she proceeds by losing the “I.” And when the “I” is lost, the “You” is also lost. Mahavira also does not remain, because he proceeds by losing the “You,” and when the “You” is utterly lost, the “I” has no meaning left; it falls. Both arrive at the supreme void, the ultimate freedom—but the paths are very opposite.
Our trouble is that we always think in the language of either-or: either Mahavira is right, or Meera is right—only one of the two can be right. That is where the mistake begins. Both are right. And if we grant that both are right, then we start harmonizing; we think if both are right, their paths must be one. Again a mistake. Both are right, and their paths are not one.
In this world, the syncretists have done as much harm as anyone can. Those who keep trying to mix everything end up making khichdi—mishmash. All meaning is lost. They act out of good intentions—no quarrels, no conflicts—but the conflict isn’t there to begin with. What they are trying to erase isn’t there.
Between Mahavira and Meera there is no opposition from the standpoint of the goal. From the standpoint of the path there is difference. Their journeys begin from different ends. And a journey always begins from where you are.
Remember, a path relates less to the destination and more to you—where you stand. I am standing in the East; you are standing in the West. How can our routes be the same? I will begin from where I stand; you will begin from where you stand. Meera will go from where she stands; Mahavira will go from where he stands.
Meera is the symbol of the feminine mind; Mahavira of the masculine mind. By feminine mind I do not mean women, and by masculine mind I do not mean men. Many women have a masculine mind; many men have a feminine mind. Mind is the larger matter. The feminine mind means the feeling of surrender, the capacity to lose oneself at someone’s feet, to efface oneself—a receptivity so total that “I” is not, only the other remains.
When a woman loves, her love becomes surrender. Love means to be effaced, that only the one she loves remains. To become so one with the beloved that no difference remains—this is the feminine mind: receptivity, openness, surrender.
When a man loves, it is not surrender. A man’s love means he accepts surrender from the beloved. He assimilates the beloved so totally into himself that the beloved no longer remains—only he remains. And the beloved becomes so assimilated into the lover that she does not remain—only the lover remains. But the man does not surrender. Therefore, if a man were to love a woman and surrender at her feet, she would not be able to love him—because a surrendering man appears womanly to her.
Man is like a peak; woman is like a valley. Their feeling-states are different. So Meera dissolves and lets Krishna pervade her. Surrender is her path. She says, I am not; You are. And without Your will nothing happens. If something bad happens through me, it is Yours; if something good happens, it is Yours. If sin happens, Yours; if virtue happens, Yours. Nothing is mine.
Do not think Meera is saying: let the good be mine and the bad be Yours; if virtue happens, I did it, if sin happens, You—Fate—did it. No. Meera says, only You are; I am not at all. Therefore whatever happens, I have no responsibility—because when I am not, responsibility does not arise. You may drown me, You may save me; You may take me to liberation, You may throw me into hell—Your will is my joy. Not even this: that I will rejoice only if You take me to liberation. That You take me—this is my joy. Where You take me—you know.
If someone can let go with such totality, then there is no bondage of karma—because the doer is no more.
Understand this well.
So long as the sense of doership remains, karmic bondage remains. I am not the doer—He is the doer; this vast existence is doing. Then there is no karmic bondage. Karma binds the sense of doership, the ego. Therefore Meera, in the perfect expression of the feminine mind, loses herself. It is not only Meera; Chaitanya too does the same. Hence this is not about man and woman; they are symbols.
Mahavira is utterly different. Mahavira says, Surrender? Surrender to whom? And he says, even surrender would be done by me—it is also my act. Mahavira cannot even think in the language of surrender; he is the summit of the masculine mind. Therefore he denied God—because if God is, surrender would have to be. There is no other; only I am. Hence the whole burden of responsibility is on me. I must pull it. I must decide what to do and what not to do. And whatever the result, I must know it happened through me. Therefore there is no way to drop the “I.” I have to transform myself—purer, and purer, and emptier—so pure, so transparent that nothing impure remains in me.
In the very process of purification, the “I” will dissolve—but it will not be surrendered.
Understand the difference.
Meera will surrender; the “I” will be lost. Mahavira will purify and empty; the “I” will be lost. But Mahavira will exert; Meera will surrender. Therefore we call the culture of Mahavira and Buddha the “Shramana culture.”
Their emphasis is on effort, on human endeavor—do something. Hence Mahavira says, I will labor upon myself, and whatever the result—if it is hell, I will know it is through me; if it is liberation, I will know it is through me. I will not place responsibility on anyone else.
It is the mark of the masculine mind that it will not place responsibility on the other. Consider where you are. Are you, in terms of mind, masculine or feminine? Not in terms of body. Is your inner mood inclined to surrender, or to holding fast to resolve? But decide one thing: don’t run between both. For the impotent there is no place. Those who deal in compromises often produce impotence. The syncretists who say, coordinate a bit of both—take a little of Meera, a little of Mahavira, a little of the Quran, a little of the Gita—“Allah-Ishwar, both Your name”—join the two and then walk by mixing them—such people corrupt all paths.
Each path has its own purity. The greatest injustice we can do is to destroy the purity of a path. Every path is complete—meaning, it can take you to the goal. There is no need of the other. This does not mean the other cannot take you there; the other is equally complete. Rather than mixing paths, consider where you stand—where you can find the nearest path for yourself. Then don’t listen to the other’s advice by mistake.
We are strange people. We never consider where the other stands.
A friend has a wife whose mood is devotion—surrendering and leaving all at God’s feet. The friend’s mood is not that; his mood is to purify himself, to transform and change himself. Fine. But he won’t let his wife move into devotion, because he believes that what he says is right. It is right for him; it is not right for his wife. But he assumes that what is right for the husband must be right for the wife. If tomorrow the wife starts insisting back—Come to the temple, dance, sing kirtan—I would say she too is making a mistake, because what is right for her is not necessarily right for her husband.
Never impose your “right” on another—because you do not know where the other stands. Choose your path from where you are. Let the other walk from where they are. Often people create big obstacles on others’ paths simply because they cannot conceive that there could be another path.
We all assume Truth is one—that is perfectly right. But from it we derive another assumption—that the path to Truth is one—that is absolutely wrong. Truth is one—one hundred percent true. The path to Truth is one—one hundred percent false.
The ways to Truth are infinite, numerous. In fact, there are as many paths as there are travelers. Everyone walks by a footpath of their own. And in the journey of existence, we stand in different places; over many births we have formed different inner dispositions. We can only move from there. There is no way to walk by another’s path—just as there is no way to walk with another’s feet. And when people drag each other onto their paths, they cripple them, cut off their legs. Much violence is done this way—but it doesn’t occur to us.
Don’t harmonize. If the statement “Not a leaf moves without God’s will” feels right to you, then immerse yourself in it totally, so that the “I” dissolves. But let it be total. Then if someone comes and throws a stone at your head, don’t think, “This man threw a stone.” Think, “Without God’s will, not a leaf moves.”
Even those we call very thoughtful commit confusions; and we do not see those confusions, because if we find them pleasing, we don’t bother to understand.
Before Gandhi’s assassination, when the issue of his safety came up, Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel asked to arrange security. Gandhi’s answer pleased the whole country, but it was full of naiveté.
Gandhi said, “Without His will, who can remove me?” This is perfectly right. If God wishes, He will take me; how can you save me? This follows from “Without His will, not a leaf moves.” If He wishes to save me, no one can take me; if He wishes to take me, no one can save me.
Even Sardar found no way to argue. Had I been in his place, I would have said: “He Himself won’t come to kill; He will use Nathuram Godse. And if He wishes to save, He won’t come Himself either; He will use Vallabhbhai Patel.”
So you are saying half. You let one leaf move and tried to stop the other. You said, If He wishes to take me, none can save me—and the takers are moving all around. And those by whom He could save you will stop themselves, thinking, “What can we do?” Had I been in Gandhi’s place, I would have said: “You do your best; let Nathuram Godse do his best. In the end, whatever His will is will happen. But both of you do your best, because His will also works through someone.”
Gandhi said half. He let one leaf move; he tried to hold the other still. If all is happening by His will, then there is no point stopping Sardar either. If Sardar too moves by His will, let him move. But Godse keeps moving by His will, while Sardar is stopped by Gandhi’s will.
Life is complex. I take it that Gandhi did not have complete trust in His will; otherwise he would have said, “Fine. He must be signaling someone to kill me, and signaling you to save me; whatever His will, let it be. I will not come in between.” But he did come in between and stopped Sardar. He couldn’t stop Godse; he could stop Sardar.
There wasn’t complete trust in His will—though no one seems to have criticized it that way. No one said, “Gandhi does not fully trust His will.” Not fully. He accepts the left hand as His, not the right hand.
From the surface we too won’t notice it. But life is deeper than it looks from the surface.
If truly you have trust that it is His will, then fine. Then there is no question of adding anything from your side. Then you flow—flow wholly—and whatever happens is okay. Whatever happens is okay. If you feel a hitch—how can I let go like this? The river may carry me anywhere—who knows where?—then step out of the river. Drop the very idea that “Without His will, not a leaf moves.” Then keep only one remembrance: the leaf will move by my will; it will not move by my will. If it moves, it is because I must have willed it—whether I know it or not; if it doesn’t, I must have willed that it not move—whether I know it or not. It moves because of what I have done; it stops because of what I have done. Then take the whole responsibility on yourself.
People have arrived both ways. Both ways, they have arrived. But by mixing the two, I have yet to hear of anyone arriving. The one who mixes both simply does not want to walk. In fact, mixing is a trick, a deception—self-deception. It means: we will interpret as it suits us. When something bad happens, we will say “His will”; when something good happens, we will say “my resolve.”
Mixing means we will keep our feet on two boats. There is cleverness in this—cunning—but not much wisdom.
A cunning person keeps a foot on both boats—who knows which will be needed when. The cunning may be fine, but it is foolishness, because no one can travel standing on two boats. Whoever does so will drown. And if you don’t want to drown, you will have to keep the boats moored—don’t move. Then you will stand still—that too is a kind of drowning.
Do not bring Meera in when you are trying to understand Mahavira. On Mahavira’s path you will meet Meera nowhere. And on Meera’s path there will be no meeting with Mahavira. The meeting is at the end—where Mahavira is lost and Meera is lost.
So long as Mahavira is, resolve remains. So long as Meera is, surrender remains. Where surrender ends and resolve ends, there is the goal. When the destination arrives, the paths end.
What does destination mean? It means the ending of the path—freedom from the path. The destination means: the path is finished; it has come to fulfillment. And whatever comes to fulfillment dies. The fruit ripens and falls. The path ripens and disappears. Then only the destination remains.
At the destination there is union. Rivers meet in the ocean. The river that flowed east also falls into the Indian Ocean; the one that flowed west also falls into the Indian Ocean. If they were to meet on the way, they could not agree that both are going to the ocean. The river flowing east would say, “You are mad—going west; the ocean is east.” The river flowing west would say, “You are mad—the ocean is west. From time immemorial we have been falling westward and we know the ocean is west.”
The ocean is everywhere. The very meaning of “ocean” is that it is all around. From anywhere you go, arrival is possible. Just remember one thing: go—don’t stop. Ponds do not reach; rivers do. The compromiser becomes like a pond—stagnant. He moves a little east, a little west; and by moving in four directions, he begins circling, spinning on the spot. There he dries up and rots.
There is no compromise in the way of religion. In philosophy it may be fine; in thought it may be fine. For those who want to walk, compromise is not a path—only a clear choice is. And make that choice by observing your inner state—not by others’ words. Consider for yourself: what can I do—surrender, or resolve?
It may be that many trails up a mountain reach the same peak, but two trails are still two trails; trying to make them one is futile. And the person who tries to walk by coordinating two roads won’t be able to walk at all.
There is consonance at the destination; there is none between the paths. Yet we keep trying to coordinate paths—and that creates great difficulty.
Mahavira’s way is the way of resolve; Meera’s way is the way of surrender. They are utterly opposite ways, while the goal is the same. Meera says: “You are everything; I am nothing. There is no point in my being—I want only Your being.” Here, the “I” is to be erased so totally that nothing remains—emptiness. Only the “You,” the one reality, remains; the “I” is utterly lost. And the day only “You” remains, even “You” loses meaning—because whatever meaning “You” has is due to “I.” If I erase the “I” completely, what meaning can “You” have? Even to say “Only You are” becomes pointless. Who will say it, who will experience it? If I entirely efface the “I,” the “You,” too, loses its meaning. If one is gone, the other goes with it.
Meera says: Let the “I” be erased. Chaitanya says: Let the “I” be erased. Kabir says: Let the “I” be erased. These are paths of surrender. Mahavira says: Erase the “You,” let only the “I” remain. This seems the reverse, but in depth it is not, because the destination is one. Mahavira says: Forget the “You” altogether; we have nothing to do with it, no relation to it—as if there is no “You.” For you there is only “I.” Let this “I” remain alone. The day the “I” stands alone and the “You” is not at all, that day the “I” loses its meaning—because all the meaning in the “I” is supplied by the “You.”
“I” and “You” can exist only together, not separately. They are two sides of the same coin. One says, throw away the obverse, and the reverse will be thrown away with it. Another says, throw away the reverse, and the obverse will go with it.
Mahavira says, the “I” alone is the sole existence. The day the “You” is utterly erased—no God—there Mahavira gives God no place, because God means giving place to the “You.” There is no “You,” only “I” am. Then all responsibility is mine, all fruit is mine, all consequences are mine. Whatever I am experiencing, I am; whatever I can become, that too I am. In such a way, let only the “I” remain alone one day, and when all “You’s” have dissolved, even the “I” will lose meaning and fall.
Whether you preserve the “You” or preserve the “I,” preserving one of the two is a path. And in the end, when one remains, even that falls—because it cannot remain without the support of the other. Where you begin from depends on your temperament, your individuality, your bent—your type. But don’t mix the two. They cannot be mixed, otherwise the very purpose each is designed for is lost. There is no mixing between them.
Never, even by mistake, try to combine Mahavira and Meera. They stand with their backs to each other. Where they begin, their backs are turned. Where they meet, both are lost.
Meera does not remain, because she proceeds by losing the “I.” And when the “I” is lost, the “You” is also lost. Mahavira also does not remain, because he proceeds by losing the “You,” and when the “You” is utterly lost, the “I” has no meaning left; it falls. Both arrive at the supreme void, the ultimate freedom—but the paths are very opposite.
Our trouble is that we always think in the language of either-or: either Mahavira is right, or Meera is right—only one of the two can be right. That is where the mistake begins. Both are right. And if we grant that both are right, then we start harmonizing; we think if both are right, their paths must be one. Again a mistake. Both are right, and their paths are not one.
In this world, the syncretists have done as much harm as anyone can. Those who keep trying to mix everything end up making khichdi—mishmash. All meaning is lost. They act out of good intentions—no quarrels, no conflicts—but the conflict isn’t there to begin with. What they are trying to erase isn’t there.
Between Mahavira and Meera there is no opposition from the standpoint of the goal. From the standpoint of the path there is difference. Their journeys begin from different ends. And a journey always begins from where you are.
Remember, a path relates less to the destination and more to you—where you stand. I am standing in the East; you are standing in the West. How can our routes be the same? I will begin from where I stand; you will begin from where you stand. Meera will go from where she stands; Mahavira will go from where he stands.
Meera is the symbol of the feminine mind; Mahavira of the masculine mind. By feminine mind I do not mean women, and by masculine mind I do not mean men. Many women have a masculine mind; many men have a feminine mind. Mind is the larger matter. The feminine mind means the feeling of surrender, the capacity to lose oneself at someone’s feet, to efface oneself—a receptivity so total that “I” is not, only the other remains.
When a woman loves, her love becomes surrender. Love means to be effaced, that only the one she loves remains. To become so one with the beloved that no difference remains—this is the feminine mind: receptivity, openness, surrender.
When a man loves, it is not surrender. A man’s love means he accepts surrender from the beloved. He assimilates the beloved so totally into himself that the beloved no longer remains—only he remains. And the beloved becomes so assimilated into the lover that she does not remain—only the lover remains. But the man does not surrender. Therefore, if a man were to love a woman and surrender at her feet, she would not be able to love him—because a surrendering man appears womanly to her.
Man is like a peak; woman is like a valley. Their feeling-states are different. So Meera dissolves and lets Krishna pervade her. Surrender is her path. She says, I am not; You are. And without Your will nothing happens. If something bad happens through me, it is Yours; if something good happens, it is Yours. If sin happens, Yours; if virtue happens, Yours. Nothing is mine.
Do not think Meera is saying: let the good be mine and the bad be Yours; if virtue happens, I did it, if sin happens, You—Fate—did it. No. Meera says, only You are; I am not at all. Therefore whatever happens, I have no responsibility—because when I am not, responsibility does not arise. You may drown me, You may save me; You may take me to liberation, You may throw me into hell—Your will is my joy. Not even this: that I will rejoice only if You take me to liberation. That You take me—this is my joy. Where You take me—you know.
If someone can let go with such totality, then there is no bondage of karma—because the doer is no more.
Understand this well.
So long as the sense of doership remains, karmic bondage remains. I am not the doer—He is the doer; this vast existence is doing. Then there is no karmic bondage. Karma binds the sense of doership, the ego. Therefore Meera, in the perfect expression of the feminine mind, loses herself. It is not only Meera; Chaitanya too does the same. Hence this is not about man and woman; they are symbols.
Mahavira is utterly different. Mahavira says, Surrender? Surrender to whom? And he says, even surrender would be done by me—it is also my act. Mahavira cannot even think in the language of surrender; he is the summit of the masculine mind. Therefore he denied God—because if God is, surrender would have to be. There is no other; only I am. Hence the whole burden of responsibility is on me. I must pull it. I must decide what to do and what not to do. And whatever the result, I must know it happened through me. Therefore there is no way to drop the “I.” I have to transform myself—purer, and purer, and emptier—so pure, so transparent that nothing impure remains in me.
In the very process of purification, the “I” will dissolve—but it will not be surrendered.
Understand the difference.
Meera will surrender; the “I” will be lost. Mahavira will purify and empty; the “I” will be lost. But Mahavira will exert; Meera will surrender. Therefore we call the culture of Mahavira and Buddha the “Shramana culture.”
Their emphasis is on effort, on human endeavor—do something. Hence Mahavira says, I will labor upon myself, and whatever the result—if it is hell, I will know it is through me; if it is liberation, I will know it is through me. I will not place responsibility on anyone else.
It is the mark of the masculine mind that it will not place responsibility on the other. Consider where you are. Are you, in terms of mind, masculine or feminine? Not in terms of body. Is your inner mood inclined to surrender, or to holding fast to resolve? But decide one thing: don’t run between both. For the impotent there is no place. Those who deal in compromises often produce impotence. The syncretists who say, coordinate a bit of both—take a little of Meera, a little of Mahavira, a little of the Quran, a little of the Gita—“Allah-Ishwar, both Your name”—join the two and then walk by mixing them—such people corrupt all paths.
Each path has its own purity. The greatest injustice we can do is to destroy the purity of a path. Every path is complete—meaning, it can take you to the goal. There is no need of the other. This does not mean the other cannot take you there; the other is equally complete. Rather than mixing paths, consider where you stand—where you can find the nearest path for yourself. Then don’t listen to the other’s advice by mistake.
We are strange people. We never consider where the other stands.
A friend has a wife whose mood is devotion—surrendering and leaving all at God’s feet. The friend’s mood is not that; his mood is to purify himself, to transform and change himself. Fine. But he won’t let his wife move into devotion, because he believes that what he says is right. It is right for him; it is not right for his wife. But he assumes that what is right for the husband must be right for the wife. If tomorrow the wife starts insisting back—Come to the temple, dance, sing kirtan—I would say she too is making a mistake, because what is right for her is not necessarily right for her husband.
Never impose your “right” on another—because you do not know where the other stands. Choose your path from where you are. Let the other walk from where they are. Often people create big obstacles on others’ paths simply because they cannot conceive that there could be another path.
We all assume Truth is one—that is perfectly right. But from it we derive another assumption—that the path to Truth is one—that is absolutely wrong. Truth is one—one hundred percent true. The path to Truth is one—one hundred percent false.
The ways to Truth are infinite, numerous. In fact, there are as many paths as there are travelers. Everyone walks by a footpath of their own. And in the journey of existence, we stand in different places; over many births we have formed different inner dispositions. We can only move from there. There is no way to walk by another’s path—just as there is no way to walk with another’s feet. And when people drag each other onto their paths, they cripple them, cut off their legs. Much violence is done this way—but it doesn’t occur to us.
Don’t harmonize. If the statement “Not a leaf moves without God’s will” feels right to you, then immerse yourself in it totally, so that the “I” dissolves. But let it be total. Then if someone comes and throws a stone at your head, don’t think, “This man threw a stone.” Think, “Without God’s will, not a leaf moves.”
Even those we call very thoughtful commit confusions; and we do not see those confusions, because if we find them pleasing, we don’t bother to understand.
Before Gandhi’s assassination, when the issue of his safety came up, Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel asked to arrange security. Gandhi’s answer pleased the whole country, but it was full of naiveté.
Gandhi said, “Without His will, who can remove me?” This is perfectly right. If God wishes, He will take me; how can you save me? This follows from “Without His will, not a leaf moves.” If He wishes to save me, no one can take me; if He wishes to take me, no one can save me.
Even Sardar found no way to argue. Had I been in his place, I would have said: “He Himself won’t come to kill; He will use Nathuram Godse. And if He wishes to save, He won’t come Himself either; He will use Vallabhbhai Patel.”
So you are saying half. You let one leaf move and tried to stop the other. You said, If He wishes to take me, none can save me—and the takers are moving all around. And those by whom He could save you will stop themselves, thinking, “What can we do?” Had I been in Gandhi’s place, I would have said: “You do your best; let Nathuram Godse do his best. In the end, whatever His will is will happen. But both of you do your best, because His will also works through someone.”
Gandhi said half. He let one leaf move; he tried to hold the other still. If all is happening by His will, then there is no point stopping Sardar either. If Sardar too moves by His will, let him move. But Godse keeps moving by His will, while Sardar is stopped by Gandhi’s will.
Life is complex. I take it that Gandhi did not have complete trust in His will; otherwise he would have said, “Fine. He must be signaling someone to kill me, and signaling you to save me; whatever His will, let it be. I will not come in between.” But he did come in between and stopped Sardar. He couldn’t stop Godse; he could stop Sardar.
There wasn’t complete trust in His will—though no one seems to have criticized it that way. No one said, “Gandhi does not fully trust His will.” Not fully. He accepts the left hand as His, not the right hand.
From the surface we too won’t notice it. But life is deeper than it looks from the surface.
If truly you have trust that it is His will, then fine. Then there is no question of adding anything from your side. Then you flow—flow wholly—and whatever happens is okay. Whatever happens is okay. If you feel a hitch—how can I let go like this? The river may carry me anywhere—who knows where?—then step out of the river. Drop the very idea that “Without His will, not a leaf moves.” Then keep only one remembrance: the leaf will move by my will; it will not move by my will. If it moves, it is because I must have willed it—whether I know it or not; if it doesn’t, I must have willed that it not move—whether I know it or not. It moves because of what I have done; it stops because of what I have done. Then take the whole responsibility on yourself.
People have arrived both ways. Both ways, they have arrived. But by mixing the two, I have yet to hear of anyone arriving. The one who mixes both simply does not want to walk. In fact, mixing is a trick, a deception—self-deception. It means: we will interpret as it suits us. When something bad happens, we will say “His will”; when something good happens, we will say “my resolve.”
Mixing means we will keep our feet on two boats. There is cleverness in this—cunning—but not much wisdom.
A cunning person keeps a foot on both boats—who knows which will be needed when. The cunning may be fine, but it is foolishness, because no one can travel standing on two boats. Whoever does so will drown. And if you don’t want to drown, you will have to keep the boats moored—don’t move. Then you will stand still—that too is a kind of drowning.
Do not bring Meera in when you are trying to understand Mahavira. On Mahavira’s path you will meet Meera nowhere. And on Meera’s path there will be no meeting with Mahavira. The meeting is at the end—where Mahavira is lost and Meera is lost.
So long as Mahavira is, resolve remains. So long as Meera is, surrender remains. Where surrender ends and resolve ends, there is the goal. When the destination arrives, the paths end.
What does destination mean? It means the ending of the path—freedom from the path. The destination means: the path is finished; it has come to fulfillment. And whatever comes to fulfillment dies. The fruit ripens and falls. The path ripens and disappears. Then only the destination remains.
At the destination there is union. Rivers meet in the ocean. The river that flowed east also falls into the Indian Ocean; the one that flowed west also falls into the Indian Ocean. If they were to meet on the way, they could not agree that both are going to the ocean. The river flowing east would say, “You are mad—going west; the ocean is east.” The river flowing west would say, “You are mad—the ocean is west. From time immemorial we have been falling westward and we know the ocean is west.”
The ocean is everywhere. The very meaning of “ocean” is that it is all around. From anywhere you go, arrival is possible. Just remember one thing: go—don’t stop. Ponds do not reach; rivers do. The compromiser becomes like a pond—stagnant. He moves a little east, a little west; and by moving in four directions, he begins circling, spinning on the spot. There he dries up and rots.
There is no compromise in the way of religion. In philosophy it may be fine; in thought it may be fine. For those who want to walk, compromise is not a path—only a clear choice is. And make that choice by observing your inner state—not by others’ words. Consider for yourself: what can I do—surrender, or resolve?
A friend has asked: I am very sinful. I long to reach the Lord; will the Lord’s gate be open for a sinner like me? If I only wish to flow, and keep flowing, will I still be able to attain the ocean of the Divine?
This feeling is important, because the one who realizes “I am a sinner”—with that very knowing, virtue begins in his life. This is not a scholar’s question; it is a religious person’s question. A scholar raises questions from what he has read; a religious person raises questions from his inner state. A scholar’s questions come from the scriptures; a religious person’s questions arise from his own condition.
The feeling “I am a sinner” is a religious feeling. To know that reaching is difficult is the first step toward reaching. To wonder, “Will the gate of the Lord open even for me?”—that wonder is the first knock at the door.
Only those who are that humble can arrive. Those who walk with swagger, who think, “What door? God himself will be standing midway to welcome me beneath a festooned arch,” never arrive. Because one has to dissolve into the Ultimate. Dissolution begins here—and on your side. The Ultimate has no doors that can be shut.
Understand this.
That supreme palace has no doors that could be closed. The Ultimate is openness. The meaning of the Ultimate is: open-ness. It is already and always open. The issue is not on that side—whether it will stop you, call you, pull you. The whole question is on your side: are you ready to enter that openness? Are you not closed somewhere? God is not closed. Is it not you who are closed?
The sun has risen, and I sit inside with my doors shut and my eyes closed, wondering, “If I step outside, will I meet the sun? If I open my eyes, will the sun be gracious to me?” The sun’s grace is already showering. Ungraciousness never happens. It is ever present at your door—open it. And it is you who have bolted it; the sun has not. The eyes are yours—open them. It is you who have closed them.
The Divine is always open; we are closed. And what is the greatest cause of our closedness? The greatest cause is that we move around assuming we are open. If a blind man thinks, “My eyes are open,” then the trouble deepens. We all believe we are already open.
We are not open; we are utterly closed. And even if God himself comes to our door, it is unlikely we will let him in. It’s very difficult that we would open the door for him—because he will be such a stranger; we have never seen him. More of a stranger than anyone.
First we will ask, “Where are you from? Are you Hindu, Muslim, Jain? Have you brought any character certificate?” God would be such a stranger that if the Supreme Truth were to come to our very door, we would flee—because we would not recognize him at all. We recognize only what we already know. What we have never known—how shall we recognize it? We will ask questions; we will interrogate. We will go to the police station to make inquiries: “What kind of man is this? He wants to stay in our house.” And we will shut the door.
Our doors are not open to strangers. And who could be more of a stranger than God? Our policies, our moral codes—all will prove too small. By them we will not be able to measure him. Big obstacles will arise. We have done this many times.
When Mahavira is present, we cannot measure him. When Buddha is present, we cannot measure him. When Jesus is present, we cannot measure him. We ask such foolish questions of Buddha, Mahavira, Jesus—actually because of our unfamiliarity with them.
Jesus stayed in a prostitute’s house. What would you have asked him the next morning? Surrounded him with what questions? We can only raise the questions we would raise if we ourselves had stayed in a prostitute’s house. We cannot even imagine that there could be another meaning to Jesus’ being.
Who could have understood Jesus as a Buddha?
A disciple of Buddha once stayed in a courtesan’s house. All the monks were upset and came to complain to Buddha: “This is shameful—that one of our monks has stayed in a prostitute’s house!”
These monks themselves must have wanted to stay there. It was a question arising from jealousy. Buddha said, “If you had stayed there, I would be concerned. The one who stayed, I know him.” The disciples protested, “This is unfair. You open a path this way—others will start staying too.” And “others” meant themselves—they were thinking what would happen to them if they stayed in a courtesan’s house.
We always think from ourselves. There is no other way; we only have ourselves to think from.
“And she is very beautiful,” the monks said, “very beautiful. It’s very difficult to resist her charm. The monk stayed there all night—and we even heard there were songs till midnight, and dancing too. What is happening?”
Buddha said, “I know that monk well. If my monk stays in a courtesan’s house, my monk will transform the courtesan, not the courtesan my monk. And if a courtesan can transform my monk, then he was not worthy to call himself a monk in the first place. That is perfectly fine. What is spoiled in that? That which can be changed will be changed.” And in the morning, the monk returned—and the courtesan came after him. Buddha said to his monks, “Look at this courtesan.”
She said, “I want to come to your feet, because for the first time I met a man whom I could not shake. Now a longing has arisen in me too: When will that moment come for me, when no one can shake me? Let that which has happened inside this monk happen inside me too—now I have no other desire.” Buddha said to his monks, “Behold.”
But it is difficult. We only think as we are. So whether it’s Buddha or Mahavira, we think from our side, in our way. There is no other way for us either; we only know our way, our vision; we will see with our own eyes—how else?
Even if God comes to your door, you won’t recognize him—this is certain. And you won’t let him stay either—this too is certain. No—but God does not come to your door. He is the open sky all around.
God is not a person. God is the open sky. God is space, all around. If you jump, that sky is ever-ready to absorb you. If you stand still, that sky will not drag you in by force. Even that much violence existence does not accept. You are free—to stand, to leap. The ocean is present; it neither invites nor calls the rivers. The rivers are free—to stop and become ponds, or to take the plunge and lose themselves in the sea.
For the one in whom the thought arises “I am a sinner,” that thought is significant—because in that very thought the ego begins to melt. The one who wonders whether the doors would not open for him—let him be assured: those doors are absolutely open for him. Keep flowing, and gradually, keep immersing yourself. One day that moment arrives when within, that little flickering flame of the ego goes out. And the day that flickering flame is extinguished, that very day we come to know the Sun that was always there; but we were so engrossed in our own little flicker that the eyes never turned toward the Sun. Until I go out, I cannot come to know That which is all around—because I am preoccupied with myself. Too much occupied with myself; all the busyness is invested in me.
The day Jesus was crucified, there was a man in that town with a toothache. The whole town was going to crucify Jesus. Jesus was carrying his cross on his shoulder and passing by that house, and the man sat there, and whoever passed, he spoke with him about his toothache. He said, “I have great pain in my tooth today.” People said, “Forget it. Do you know? Today Mary’s son Jesus is being crucified.” The man heard—but did not hear. He said, “Maybe. But my tooth hurts a lot.”
On the day Jesus was crucified, that man was entangled in his tooth. That day, the greatest miracle on earth was happening, yet that man was stuck in the pain of his tooth. And we are all like people with aching molars. Each of us sits with his own aching tooth. The vast miracle is happening all around, every moment. It is present everywhere. But our molar aches, and we are lost in that.
And the ego is a wound of great pain. Even a tooth does not hurt as the ego hurts. You know, even a toothache has a certain sweetness; there is pain, but there is also a sweetness. In the pain of ego there is great sweetness. We think of dropping it when it hurts—but the sweetness is so much that we cannot let it go. For that sweetness we endure even the pain. When someone insults us, it hurts. When someone garlands us, sweetness fills us; every hair of the body is thrilled.
Both these have to be dropped together. If you want to abandon the sorrow of abuse, you must also abandon the pleasure of the garland. That pleasure is so sweet that we endure countless pains for it. We bear a thousand thorns for the sake of a single flower. We endure a thousand condemnations for one word of praise. The sweetness is great. You will have to see this sweetness and this pain together—and slowly leave this wound of “I.” One day, when the “I” is no more, union happens.
There are two ways for this “I” to be no more—one is Mahavira’s way, one is Meera’s. One way is to purify this “I” so utterly that by the very purity it becomes empty and disappears. The other is to place it as it is at the feet of the Divine. To place it at his feet is to place it in fire. That fire will burn and refine it. Both are difficult—remember that.
People usually think the second sounds simple. “Just surrender—case closed.” But “I have surrendered”—surrender is not easy. Neither resolve nor surrender is easy; both are equally difficult, or equally easy. Never, even by mistake, think this is simple. What you call simple is only that which allows you room to cheat yourself. You say, “I have surrendered.” But surrender easy?
Someone comes to me and says, “I surrender everything to you. Now do whatever you wish.” I say to him, “Jump off the top of Woodland.” He is not going to jump. He had said, “I surrender.” I am not going to make him jump either—but who knows! He is not going to jump. The moment I say it, he will say, “What are you saying!” He has already forgotten surrender.
What does surrender mean?
Bodhidharma went from India to China and for nine years faced the wall, turning his back to people. He did not speak like I do. His back to you, his face to the wall. Although it does not make much difference—because when I speak, your backs are turned to me; then it makes no difference. Your faces are turned to the wall.
People asked Bodhidharma, “What are you doing?” He said, “When the right person arrives, ready to surrender, then I will turn my face that way. For now, what use is it to look at the faces of idle people? Are you that person who will surrender?” They said, “I have a daughter to marry, the children are still growing; let me make arrangements, my father is old—I must serve him. I will come later.”
Then came a man named Huineng. He did not say anything. He cut off one of his arms and placed it before Bodhidharma and said, “Turn your face this instant—or I will cut off my head.” Bodhidharma turned at once, because here was the man… Bodhidharma said, “I was waiting for you, Huineng. You have come in time, so let me say to you what I must—and now I can die. I should have died long ago. My time was over long ago. I stayed on only in search of the one to whom I could give what I have known. Because once in thousands of years someone knows this. If I were to die without telling it, there would be a gap of thousands of years. I was waiting for that man—but I can tell it only to one who is ready to die. Because this is a very deep inner death.”
Bodhidharma accepted Huineng as a disciple and told him everything he had to tell.
What is that? Surrender is a way to prepare to erase oneself. But people think it is simple. It is very difficult. It may feel easy only where you are cheating yourself. The other way is no simpler. Someone thinks, “All right, I will purify myself. I won’t steal, won’t cheat—this I won’t do, that I won’t do; I will become pure.” That too is not so easy—because stealing is very deep. Stealing is not just your act—you are a thief. For thousands of births you have stolen; the poison of that theft has, drop by drop, reached the very bottom of your life-breath. “I will leave lying.” If lies were merely statements, they could be left. Your very soul has become a lie. This is not like taking off clothes and setting them aside. It is like flaying off your skin. So much has grown together.
A man says, “I will stop lying.” If lies were only sentences, we could stop them; but speaking and doing lies, we have become lies. We don’t even know when we lie and when we speak truth. How will we stop? We don’t even notice when we lie. There is no awareness, and the lie slips out. Lie has become our very soul.
You say, “I will give up violence; I will not hit this one or that one.” But violence is inside. To give it up on the surface doesn’t seem very hard, but deep within it is buried.
Very amusing things happen. I was just reading an essay in Hindi by the thinker Prabhakar Machwe—very amusing. He wrote on forgiveness. The example he gives is that Churchill used some insulting words for Mahatma Gandhi—he said Gandhi was a “half-naked fakir.”
Machwe writes that Gandhi replied to Churchill—offering an example of forgiveness—Gandhi wrote: “You have the first half right—that I am a fakir. I am a man of a poor land, and the whole land is poor; I am their representative, so I am a fakir. But the second half you have said a bit too much. To be naked is difficult. And” (he quoted a line from the Bible in his letter) “Jesus has said: Only he who is utterly naked before God is truly naked. So I must say: I still do not have the courage to be utterly naked before God; but I aspire that someday I may stand completely naked before him—so that your statement may become fully true.”
Prabhakar Machwe writes: by such a reply Gandhi greatly humiliated Churchill. He is giving an example of forgiveness, discussing forgiveness—yet relishing humiliation… Enjoying the fun of putting him down.
I don’t know whether Gandhi replied in order to humiliate or not—but it does not even occur to Machwe that where you are making someone feel small, how can there be forgiveness? And to make someone feel small—that itself is anger. One man humiliates by abuse; another humiliates by forgiving—still it is the same thing. Because making someone feel small—that is violence.
It is only a matter of technique as to how you make someone small. If you are humiliating someone by forgiving him, remember—this is not forgiveness. You are more cunning, more dishonest than the man who humiliates by abusing. He is a bit unskilled. His ways of putting someone down are straightforward; yours are devious and crafty.
I do not know whether Gandhi intended to humiliate. But as Machwe says, if he did put him down, then this is not forgiveness. Then Churchill becomes more honest and Gandhi more dishonest. Because if Churchill felt “half-naked fakir,” he said “half-naked fakir.” There is more honesty in that—more plain truthfulness. But if a reply is given in order to put the other down, then there appears more dishonesty.
But it does not occur to us that violence is very deep—very deep. And it can manifest even in the attempt to be nonviolent. Anger is very deep—and its glimmer shows even in non-anger. To change oneself by resolve is not so easy either.
Both paths are difficult. Still, if you choose a path that does not fit your nature, it will become impossible—not difficult, impossible. If Meera chooses Mahavira’s path, it is impossible. On her own path it is difficult—not easy. If Mahavira chooses Meera’s path, it is impossible. On his own path it is difficult—not easy.
Nothing can be simple. Not because truth is difficult, but because the habits of millions of lives are difficult to break. Truth is simple. When a river falls into the sea, what difficulty does it have? But for the river to come—from Himalayan caves, crossing mountains, cutting through rocks—that road is difficult.
We are what is difficult. We have to pass through ourselves to reach truth. Truth is simple; we are difficult. If we choose a path opposite to our nature, the journey becomes impossible.
The feeling “I am a sinner” is a religious feeling. To know that reaching is difficult is the first step toward reaching. To wonder, “Will the gate of the Lord open even for me?”—that wonder is the first knock at the door.
Only those who are that humble can arrive. Those who walk with swagger, who think, “What door? God himself will be standing midway to welcome me beneath a festooned arch,” never arrive. Because one has to dissolve into the Ultimate. Dissolution begins here—and on your side. The Ultimate has no doors that can be shut.
Understand this.
That supreme palace has no doors that could be closed. The Ultimate is openness. The meaning of the Ultimate is: open-ness. It is already and always open. The issue is not on that side—whether it will stop you, call you, pull you. The whole question is on your side: are you ready to enter that openness? Are you not closed somewhere? God is not closed. Is it not you who are closed?
The sun has risen, and I sit inside with my doors shut and my eyes closed, wondering, “If I step outside, will I meet the sun? If I open my eyes, will the sun be gracious to me?” The sun’s grace is already showering. Ungraciousness never happens. It is ever present at your door—open it. And it is you who have bolted it; the sun has not. The eyes are yours—open them. It is you who have closed them.
The Divine is always open; we are closed. And what is the greatest cause of our closedness? The greatest cause is that we move around assuming we are open. If a blind man thinks, “My eyes are open,” then the trouble deepens. We all believe we are already open.
We are not open; we are utterly closed. And even if God himself comes to our door, it is unlikely we will let him in. It’s very difficult that we would open the door for him—because he will be such a stranger; we have never seen him. More of a stranger than anyone.
First we will ask, “Where are you from? Are you Hindu, Muslim, Jain? Have you brought any character certificate?” God would be such a stranger that if the Supreme Truth were to come to our very door, we would flee—because we would not recognize him at all. We recognize only what we already know. What we have never known—how shall we recognize it? We will ask questions; we will interrogate. We will go to the police station to make inquiries: “What kind of man is this? He wants to stay in our house.” And we will shut the door.
Our doors are not open to strangers. And who could be more of a stranger than God? Our policies, our moral codes—all will prove too small. By them we will not be able to measure him. Big obstacles will arise. We have done this many times.
When Mahavira is present, we cannot measure him. When Buddha is present, we cannot measure him. When Jesus is present, we cannot measure him. We ask such foolish questions of Buddha, Mahavira, Jesus—actually because of our unfamiliarity with them.
Jesus stayed in a prostitute’s house. What would you have asked him the next morning? Surrounded him with what questions? We can only raise the questions we would raise if we ourselves had stayed in a prostitute’s house. We cannot even imagine that there could be another meaning to Jesus’ being.
Who could have understood Jesus as a Buddha?
A disciple of Buddha once stayed in a courtesan’s house. All the monks were upset and came to complain to Buddha: “This is shameful—that one of our monks has stayed in a prostitute’s house!”
These monks themselves must have wanted to stay there. It was a question arising from jealousy. Buddha said, “If you had stayed there, I would be concerned. The one who stayed, I know him.” The disciples protested, “This is unfair. You open a path this way—others will start staying too.” And “others” meant themselves—they were thinking what would happen to them if they stayed in a courtesan’s house.
We always think from ourselves. There is no other way; we only have ourselves to think from.
“And she is very beautiful,” the monks said, “very beautiful. It’s very difficult to resist her charm. The monk stayed there all night—and we even heard there were songs till midnight, and dancing too. What is happening?”
Buddha said, “I know that monk well. If my monk stays in a courtesan’s house, my monk will transform the courtesan, not the courtesan my monk. And if a courtesan can transform my monk, then he was not worthy to call himself a monk in the first place. That is perfectly fine. What is spoiled in that? That which can be changed will be changed.” And in the morning, the monk returned—and the courtesan came after him. Buddha said to his monks, “Look at this courtesan.”
She said, “I want to come to your feet, because for the first time I met a man whom I could not shake. Now a longing has arisen in me too: When will that moment come for me, when no one can shake me? Let that which has happened inside this monk happen inside me too—now I have no other desire.” Buddha said to his monks, “Behold.”
But it is difficult. We only think as we are. So whether it’s Buddha or Mahavira, we think from our side, in our way. There is no other way for us either; we only know our way, our vision; we will see with our own eyes—how else?
Even if God comes to your door, you won’t recognize him—this is certain. And you won’t let him stay either—this too is certain. No—but God does not come to your door. He is the open sky all around.
God is not a person. God is the open sky. God is space, all around. If you jump, that sky is ever-ready to absorb you. If you stand still, that sky will not drag you in by force. Even that much violence existence does not accept. You are free—to stand, to leap. The ocean is present; it neither invites nor calls the rivers. The rivers are free—to stop and become ponds, or to take the plunge and lose themselves in the sea.
For the one in whom the thought arises “I am a sinner,” that thought is significant—because in that very thought the ego begins to melt. The one who wonders whether the doors would not open for him—let him be assured: those doors are absolutely open for him. Keep flowing, and gradually, keep immersing yourself. One day that moment arrives when within, that little flickering flame of the ego goes out. And the day that flickering flame is extinguished, that very day we come to know the Sun that was always there; but we were so engrossed in our own little flicker that the eyes never turned toward the Sun. Until I go out, I cannot come to know That which is all around—because I am preoccupied with myself. Too much occupied with myself; all the busyness is invested in me.
The day Jesus was crucified, there was a man in that town with a toothache. The whole town was going to crucify Jesus. Jesus was carrying his cross on his shoulder and passing by that house, and the man sat there, and whoever passed, he spoke with him about his toothache. He said, “I have great pain in my tooth today.” People said, “Forget it. Do you know? Today Mary’s son Jesus is being crucified.” The man heard—but did not hear. He said, “Maybe. But my tooth hurts a lot.”
On the day Jesus was crucified, that man was entangled in his tooth. That day, the greatest miracle on earth was happening, yet that man was stuck in the pain of his tooth. And we are all like people with aching molars. Each of us sits with his own aching tooth. The vast miracle is happening all around, every moment. It is present everywhere. But our molar aches, and we are lost in that.
And the ego is a wound of great pain. Even a tooth does not hurt as the ego hurts. You know, even a toothache has a certain sweetness; there is pain, but there is also a sweetness. In the pain of ego there is great sweetness. We think of dropping it when it hurts—but the sweetness is so much that we cannot let it go. For that sweetness we endure even the pain. When someone insults us, it hurts. When someone garlands us, sweetness fills us; every hair of the body is thrilled.
Both these have to be dropped together. If you want to abandon the sorrow of abuse, you must also abandon the pleasure of the garland. That pleasure is so sweet that we endure countless pains for it. We bear a thousand thorns for the sake of a single flower. We endure a thousand condemnations for one word of praise. The sweetness is great. You will have to see this sweetness and this pain together—and slowly leave this wound of “I.” One day, when the “I” is no more, union happens.
There are two ways for this “I” to be no more—one is Mahavira’s way, one is Meera’s. One way is to purify this “I” so utterly that by the very purity it becomes empty and disappears. The other is to place it as it is at the feet of the Divine. To place it at his feet is to place it in fire. That fire will burn and refine it. Both are difficult—remember that.
People usually think the second sounds simple. “Just surrender—case closed.” But “I have surrendered”—surrender is not easy. Neither resolve nor surrender is easy; both are equally difficult, or equally easy. Never, even by mistake, think this is simple. What you call simple is only that which allows you room to cheat yourself. You say, “I have surrendered.” But surrender easy?
Someone comes to me and says, “I surrender everything to you. Now do whatever you wish.” I say to him, “Jump off the top of Woodland.” He is not going to jump. He had said, “I surrender.” I am not going to make him jump either—but who knows! He is not going to jump. The moment I say it, he will say, “What are you saying!” He has already forgotten surrender.
What does surrender mean?
Bodhidharma went from India to China and for nine years faced the wall, turning his back to people. He did not speak like I do. His back to you, his face to the wall. Although it does not make much difference—because when I speak, your backs are turned to me; then it makes no difference. Your faces are turned to the wall.
People asked Bodhidharma, “What are you doing?” He said, “When the right person arrives, ready to surrender, then I will turn my face that way. For now, what use is it to look at the faces of idle people? Are you that person who will surrender?” They said, “I have a daughter to marry, the children are still growing; let me make arrangements, my father is old—I must serve him. I will come later.”
Then came a man named Huineng. He did not say anything. He cut off one of his arms and placed it before Bodhidharma and said, “Turn your face this instant—or I will cut off my head.” Bodhidharma turned at once, because here was the man… Bodhidharma said, “I was waiting for you, Huineng. You have come in time, so let me say to you what I must—and now I can die. I should have died long ago. My time was over long ago. I stayed on only in search of the one to whom I could give what I have known. Because once in thousands of years someone knows this. If I were to die without telling it, there would be a gap of thousands of years. I was waiting for that man—but I can tell it only to one who is ready to die. Because this is a very deep inner death.”
Bodhidharma accepted Huineng as a disciple and told him everything he had to tell.
What is that? Surrender is a way to prepare to erase oneself. But people think it is simple. It is very difficult. It may feel easy only where you are cheating yourself. The other way is no simpler. Someone thinks, “All right, I will purify myself. I won’t steal, won’t cheat—this I won’t do, that I won’t do; I will become pure.” That too is not so easy—because stealing is very deep. Stealing is not just your act—you are a thief. For thousands of births you have stolen; the poison of that theft has, drop by drop, reached the very bottom of your life-breath. “I will leave lying.” If lies were merely statements, they could be left. Your very soul has become a lie. This is not like taking off clothes and setting them aside. It is like flaying off your skin. So much has grown together.
A man says, “I will stop lying.” If lies were only sentences, we could stop them; but speaking and doing lies, we have become lies. We don’t even know when we lie and when we speak truth. How will we stop? We don’t even notice when we lie. There is no awareness, and the lie slips out. Lie has become our very soul.
You say, “I will give up violence; I will not hit this one or that one.” But violence is inside. To give it up on the surface doesn’t seem very hard, but deep within it is buried.
Very amusing things happen. I was just reading an essay in Hindi by the thinker Prabhakar Machwe—very amusing. He wrote on forgiveness. The example he gives is that Churchill used some insulting words for Mahatma Gandhi—he said Gandhi was a “half-naked fakir.”
Machwe writes that Gandhi replied to Churchill—offering an example of forgiveness—Gandhi wrote: “You have the first half right—that I am a fakir. I am a man of a poor land, and the whole land is poor; I am their representative, so I am a fakir. But the second half you have said a bit too much. To be naked is difficult. And” (he quoted a line from the Bible in his letter) “Jesus has said: Only he who is utterly naked before God is truly naked. So I must say: I still do not have the courage to be utterly naked before God; but I aspire that someday I may stand completely naked before him—so that your statement may become fully true.”
Prabhakar Machwe writes: by such a reply Gandhi greatly humiliated Churchill. He is giving an example of forgiveness, discussing forgiveness—yet relishing humiliation… Enjoying the fun of putting him down.
I don’t know whether Gandhi replied in order to humiliate or not—but it does not even occur to Machwe that where you are making someone feel small, how can there be forgiveness? And to make someone feel small—that itself is anger. One man humiliates by abuse; another humiliates by forgiving—still it is the same thing. Because making someone feel small—that is violence.
It is only a matter of technique as to how you make someone small. If you are humiliating someone by forgiving him, remember—this is not forgiveness. You are more cunning, more dishonest than the man who humiliates by abusing. He is a bit unskilled. His ways of putting someone down are straightforward; yours are devious and crafty.
I do not know whether Gandhi intended to humiliate. But as Machwe says, if he did put him down, then this is not forgiveness. Then Churchill becomes more honest and Gandhi more dishonest. Because if Churchill felt “half-naked fakir,” he said “half-naked fakir.” There is more honesty in that—more plain truthfulness. But if a reply is given in order to put the other down, then there appears more dishonesty.
But it does not occur to us that violence is very deep—very deep. And it can manifest even in the attempt to be nonviolent. Anger is very deep—and its glimmer shows even in non-anger. To change oneself by resolve is not so easy either.
Both paths are difficult. Still, if you choose a path that does not fit your nature, it will become impossible—not difficult, impossible. If Meera chooses Mahavira’s path, it is impossible. On her own path it is difficult—not easy. If Mahavira chooses Meera’s path, it is impossible. On his own path it is difficult—not easy.
Nothing can be simple. Not because truth is difficult, but because the habits of millions of lives are difficult to break. Truth is simple. When a river falls into the sea, what difficulty does it have? But for the river to come—from Himalayan caves, crossing mountains, cutting through rocks—that road is difficult.
We are what is difficult. We have to pass through ourselves to reach truth. Truth is simple; we are difficult. If we choose a path opposite to our nature, the journey becomes impossible.
Osho's Commentary
“He who, even after obtaining beautiful and beloved pleasures, turns his back upon them—who, in every way, freely and autonomously renounces enjoyments—he alone is the true renunciate.”
If pleasures are not present, if there is no means to enjoy, if one lacks the capacity to enjoy—if a man is helpless—then he too can renounce. But Mahavira says: in that, renunciation has no meaning. What is the meaning of renouncing what you cannot enjoy? If one has no facility to enjoy, what is the meaning of his renunciation? Such renunciation carries no meaning.
The entire meaning of renunciation exists only in the context of enjoyment. Hence when an old man takes a vow of brahmacharya, it carries no meaning. The old man is deceiving himself. When a young man takes a vow of brahmacharya, then it has significance. When a dying man gives up food and water—when the doctor has said there are only a few hours left, when it is completely certain that death is at hand—and he abandons food and water, that has no value. But one who, considering life healthy and in full vigor, abandons food and water and waits for death joyously—there is meaning there.
When you renounce out of helplessness, you are deceiving yourself. You may deceive yourself; you cannot deceive the order of existence. So, understand two points well. First: helplessness is not called renunciation; strength is called renunciation. Therefore, before renouncing it is essential to become capable; and only when there is strength at the moment of renunciation does renunciation gain swiftness, radiance, brilliance, ojas. This is why Mahavira shattered the Hindu arrangement—the imagination of varna and of ashrama. And he said: when the energy to enjoy life is at its peak, only then is there transformation. When the whole flow of life is moving toward sexual desire, only then turn back.
When the cartridge is already spent—like a bullet that has already been fired—and then one becomes nonviolent, what meaning is there? A cartridge already discharged now says, “I have taken a vow of ahimsa”—there is no significance in it. Yet this is what we do. Either we lack the facility and so we renounce, or we become incapable of enjoying the facility and thus we renounce.
The point of renunciation is the very point of enjoyment; renunciation and enjoyment are happenings of the same instant. The turn differs, the direction differs—but the instant is one, not two. The direction differs: renunciation goes one way, enjoyment another—but the point from which the journey begins is the same.
Therefore Mahavira says: he who, having attained beautiful and beloved pleasures, still turns his back on them; who, in every way self-sovereign—dependent on no one, subordinate to no one—freely lets go; he does not have to be made to renounce, he simply does. It is his resolve. When renunciation flowers from resolve, strength increases, power grows. When renunciation arises from incapacity, only wretchedness increases.
“He who, out of some dependence, is unable to enjoy clothing, fragrance, ornaments, woman and bed, and the like—he is not called a true renunciate.”
“To serve the Sadguru and experienced elders, to keep away from the company of fools, to study the sat shastras with one-pointed mind, to contemplate their profound meaning, to attain in the mind the steadfast peace that is dhriti—this is the path of nishreyas.”
This sutra has two parts—first, what renunciation is; and second, what is to be done after renunciation. For renunciation is not merely a negation—‘I dropped it, finished.’ By dropping, nothing positive is gained. By dropping, only obstacles are cut away. By dropping, there is no attainment; by dropping, wandering is avoided; by dropping, the wrong journey stops—but the right journey does not begin. Yet many live in this delusion. Many think: “I have left wife, home, wealth—now what more is there to do?” Many of our sadhus live merely in negation, and we too accord value to this negation: “Poor man—he left wife, home, children—what a great renunciate!”
Then what was found? Leaving is fine; then what was gained? Did anything come? And if one leaves the wife but finds nothing superior to the wife, what meaning has the leaving? He who left the wife but gained nothing—the mind will go on running toward the wife. For in existence, emptiness is not tolerated. Nature does not tolerate a vacuum. In the inner life also, emptiness is not tolerated. If in the place of the wife the Divine does not arrive, then the wife will go on peeping into that empty space. There can be many tricks of peeping.
If wealth is abandoned and dharma does not arise within, such a man will become like Trishanku—suspended. Hence our sadhus do leave, but they do not attain. Then they are troubled. And they leave in the hope that leaving itself will bring attainment.
Leaving is necessary, not sufficient.
If I drop something, then at least the mistakes that would have followed from clinging to it will not occur—this is negational. But now something positive must be done. What must be done?
Mahavira says: “Serve the Sadguru and the experienced elders.”
Mahavira speaks very carefully, because he knows well that those who listen, if given the slightest loophole, will use it to escape.
So Mahavira does not say: serve elders—because by being old one does not become wise. By merely becoming old one does not become a knower. Growing old is merely a natural event—what is your contribution in it? Yet the old, having grown old, think they have attained something.
They have only lost; they have not gained. Life has been spent. But they feel that becoming old is itself a gain. They have merely grown old—and in this becoming, what was their hand? They wanted very much not to become old, and still they became old. They tried their best—and still they became old. Now they take this very thing as a virtue—what qualification is this!
Therefore Mahavira says: serve experienced elders.
This is difficult! Elder and experienced—this is a hard condition. All become old; not all become experienced. Experience means: whatever happened in life did not merely happen—something was learned from it.
Now if an old man still becomes angry, know it—he is not experienced. For if through a whole life of anger he could not learn even this much—that anger is futile—then the life has gone to waste. If an old man is still entangled in the same petty matters that children are entangled in, know this: he has grown old, he has not become an elder. He has only aged; the years have ripened—but ripened in the sun, not in experience. And you will be surprised—old people keep doing exactly what children do. Certainly, when old people do it, they do it more “sophisticatedly,” with more method. Children do not do it so methodically. Children are small—playing at doll-marriages. The old take out processions of Rama and Sita. Children are busy adorning their dolls; the elders are adorning Lord Mahavira. Only the dolls have grown bigger; they have not changed. Once they were enjoying doll-marriages; now they take out the wedding procession of Rama and Sita. This is the childishness of the old.
Children were not even so serious; the elders are gravely serious. That is the only difference. And over children’s doll-games there is never a Hindu-Muslim riot; but over the elders’ games, there will be. The old are more troublesome. For whatever they do, they cannot call it play—because they have the experience of age. But they have learned nothing. They stand exactly where they were; their consciousness stands where it was—the body alone has aged.
Hence Mahavira said: experienced elders, and Sadguru.
He did not say merely guru—he added: Sadguru.
What is the difference between guru and Sadguru?
By guru we mean: one who gives you news, information, who explains the shastras. It need not necessarily relate to his own existence—a teacher. By Sadguru we mean: one who himself is the shastra. What he says, he is not saying having heard from someone; it is his own experience, his own realization. Not “the Veda says so,” not “the Gita says so, therefore it must be right.” Not “Mahavira said so, therefore it will surely be right—because Mahavira said it.” He who speaks so is a mere teacher. But one who tests in the fire of his own experience, who sees in his own seeing—and if he ever says, “The Veda has said rightly,” he says so because his experience also says so. The Veda is right not because the Veda says it; the Veda is right because my experience attests it.
Understand this difference.
“The Veda says rightly, therefore my experience is right”—this man is living on borrowed light. “My experience says, therefore the Veda is right—or the Veda is wrong.” Such a man stands at the very source of knowing, seeing with his own eyes. The book becomes secondary; the shastra becomes secondary. For the guru, the shastra is primary; for the Sadguru, the shastra is secondary. The scripture is authoritative because my experience bears witness to it. I am the witness.
Someone asks Jesus, “What do you say about the old scriptures?” Jesus says, “I am the witness.” A very delightful statement. I am the witness. What I say—measure it by that. Whatever accords with my experience, know it to be true. Otherwise, false.
Sadguru means: one who has become sat; who is no longer giving teachings—he himself is the teaching. A guru is a link, a tradition. A guru is doing a job. A Sadguru is a life.
Therefore Mahavira said: “Serve the Sadguru, the experienced elders.”
It is very significant that Mahavira says: apart from service, there is no satsang. For only through service will nearness happen. Only through service will humility arise. Only through service will you bow at the feet. Only through service will inwardness happen. Through service, slowly the ego will melt. And in the presence of a Sadguru, if the disciple’s attitude is one of service, then that event will happen which we call the inner joining. By merely sitting and listening, it will not happen.
Mahavira says: the one from whom you are to learn, whose life you are to absorb within—dive into his service.
Therefore Mahavira accorded great value to service. But this service is very different from what we today call “service.” We too talk of service. The Rotary Club writes “Service” in its emblem. Christian missionaries do service; the Sarvodaya people do service. “Serve the poor, serve the suffering”—this service is a social occurrence. Mahavira’s service is a limb of sadhana. Mahavira is not asking for service of the poor or the suffering.
Mahavira says: serve the experienced elders, the wise, the Sadguru. There is a difference between this and the Rotary Club’s service. The other service is only a social matter. It is good—if someone does it, there is no harm. But Mahavira’s “service” means something else. That service is a part of sadhana—the service of one who has gone ahead of you in the direction of truth. Because when you bow to serve him—and in service, one must bow—when you bow in his service, then the rain that is descending from his heights can enter you. When you place your head at his feet, the ojas that flows in him will touch you, will bathe every pore of your being.
This needs deep thinking, much contemplation. For whenever you serve someone, you must bow. And the one you serve can flow into you.
This is also dangerous. If you serve one who, in terms of consciousness, is lower than you, you will be harmed. If one of higher consciousness, you will benefit; of lower, you will be harmed. Therefore we have said: elders should not serve the young. Therefore we have said: parents should not touch the feet of the son; the son should touch the feet of the parents. Behind this there is only one reason: let the superior flow to the inferior; never let the inferior get conjoined with the superior and distort or pollute it.
In this context let me tell you something important. This is why India did not develop a notion of service like Christianity’s, because India has deep inner experience regarding service. Therefore many in the West are puzzled: “What kind of religions are these in India? No talk of serving the poor, no talk of serving the sick, the ailing, the leprous. They have nothing to say about service—what kind of religions are these?”
Gandhi was deeply influenced by Christianity; he said, “Service is religion.” In this land we never said so—neither Mahavira, nor Buddha. And those who call service religion often lift Mahavira’s words and misinterpret them. When Mahavira uses the word “service,” his purpose is different. We have deliberately not said that service is religion.
We placed the Shudra below and the Brahmin above with the very hope that the Shudra would serve the Brahmin, not the Brahmin the Shudra. In today’s climate this sounds strange: “What is this?” If the Brahmin is a true Brahmin, he should serve the Shudra—for by service he will be a Brahmin. But for us the value of Shudra and Brahmin is not social; it is spiritual. We call him Shudra who lives only in the body, who has no other life. And we call him Brahmin who lives in Brahman, who has no other life. So whoever serves one who lives in Brahman—he will benefit.
Service means: to bow down. And he who bows becomes a hollow, a receptacle. And the hollow gathers the rain. Therefore Mahavira says: serve the Sadguru, the experienced elders.
“Keep away from the company of fools.”
But the company of fools is very pleasing. One advantage is this: among fools you appear intelligent—therefore everyone seeks fools. Until you find two or four fools, you are not intelligent. And there is no other means of intelligence—there is only one: gather two or four fools around you.
Therefore no husband chooses a wife more intelligent than himself. If she is more educated, more understanding, he does not like it—because then he will not get the joy of being intelligent. A foolish wife is preferred. And then naturally, a fool does what a fool does. One can bear it—but the ego enjoys it.
We all strive to gather around us those who are lower than us. It gives a certain taste. A certain pleasure.
What pleasure? The very thing Birbal did before Akbar. A short line was drawn; Birbal drew a longer line beside it. Akbar had said, “Make this line shorter without touching it.” Everyone in court said, “How can we make it shorter without touching it? If it is to be made shorter, it must be touched.” Birbal said, “No need to touch.” He drew a longer line; the first line became smaller.
We are all as clever as Birbal. How to make ourselves intelligent? The straight path: gather shorter lines around you—you become the longer line.
Mahavira says: keep away from the company of fools. Because that company is costly. Your line may appear larger, but those short lines gathered around you will, little by little, make your line smaller still. For you become like those with whom you live. Company is contagious. Those with whom you live slowly begin to change you. It is difficult to escape them. So difficult that not only is it hard to escape those you live with; even from your enemies you cannot escape—for their company too enters within.
Mohammad Ali Jinnah became Governor General. As a Governor General should, he kept an English A.D.C. The English A.D.C. kept advising Jinnah to strengthen his security and to build a high wall around his residence. Jinnah said, “I am not your sort of Governor General. I am a popular leader. Who will kill me? No need for high walls and security. I have no enemies. I am the father of Pakistan. Your Governor General needed a wall because you were our enemies; I have no such need.”
The A.D.C. kept advising, but Jinnah would not agree. The day Gandhi was assassinated, and the news arrived—Jinnah was sitting in his garden. As soon as he heard, he became anxious, disturbed. He rose and said to his A.D.C., “Get the full news—what has happened?” And as he climbed the steps, he turned and said, “All right—make those arrangements you spoke of regarding the wall.”
All his life Jinnah walked bound to what Gandhi did—whether Gandhi said yes or no. Jinnah would give no answer until he knew what Gandhi had said. His entire politics was decided in opposition to Gandhi. It is amusing: his whole life was determined by enmity with Gandhi—and even Gandhi’s death determined him. After that day, never again did Jinnah feel, “I am a popular leader—I need no security.” The wall went up; all arrangements were made.
Strange indeed—that such enmity existed between Gandhi and Jinnah; yet even enmity shapes one another. Friendship creates one another—but enmity also must create, for enmity too is a kind of friendship. Those we live with—or those we oppose—make us.
Therefore Mahavira says: “Keep away from the company of fools; study the sat shastras with one-pointed mind.”
Who is a fool? Not one who knows nothing; he is ignorant, not a fool. It is not proper to call him a fool. Fools are those who know a lot without having known anything. Beware of them.
A man tells you, “God is”—and he has no idea. First ask him, “Do you know?” He knows nothing. Yet he says, “God is.” Another says, “There is no God.” Ask him, “Have you completed the whole inquiry?”
A Christian priest came to see me recently. He said, “God is indefinable—unfathomable, infinite—no one can plumb His depth.” I asked him, “Are you saying this having fathomed it, or without fathoming?” He was a bit embarrassed. I said, “If you have taken the full measure, then to say He is unfathomable is entirely false—because you have already taken the measure. If you say, ‘I have not taken the full measure,’ then say only that much: ‘I have not taken the full measure. Who knows—perhaps one step ahead there is measure!’ How do you assert ‘unfathomable’?
“And you say ‘God cannot be defined’—but that itself is a definition. You have given God one attribute—that He cannot be defined. What are you saying?” Instantly he said, “It is written in the Bible.” I said, “It may be written in the Bible. But do you know?”
There the whole matter sticks. The world is filled with learned idiots—there is no end to them. Educated rustics—no end—and the world is full of them. And note: the uneducated rustics are, by themselves, decreasing—because everyone is becoming educated. To find an uneducated rustic is now difficult. Only educated rustics will be found. Seek one—you will find a thousand.
Mahavira says: “Keep away from the company of fools.”
Those who know nothing and are under the illusion that they know—such people can harm you.
“Study the sat shastras with one-pointed mind.”
Shastras—but let them be sat. Sat means: scriptures whose flavor lies not in pedantry but in truth; not in debate, but in sadhana. Scriptures that are not eager to give you a doctrine or sect, but a science of transforming life. There are scriptures from which you can get theories—and there are scriptures from which you can get the method for life-transformation. The sat shastra is that from which you get method. The asat shastra is that from which you get verbiage. And people learn verbiage—and when the verbiage becomes solid, they forget what they are doing. Whatever you cram into the skull will not bring transformation of the Atman.
Mahavira’s emphasis is: study the sat shastras with a one-pointed mind. Why? Because if, while reading one sat shastra, a man thinks of twenty-five other shastras, the mind will not become one-pointed. When reading Patanjali—forget the whole world. Read only Patanjali. And when reading Mahavira—read only Mahavira; then forget the whole world, forget Patanjali completely. But our trouble is: whatever else we have come to know always stands in between. The mind never becomes one-pointed; and there will be no connection with the shastra unless the mind becomes wholly one-pointed.
Forget the whole world. Then understand: Patanjali is Patanjali; Buddha is Buddha; Mahavira is Mahavira. There is nothing else. Then dive wholly into it. Only through this plunge will life change.
“Contemplate the profound meaning.”
We do not contemplate meanings—we only quarrel with meanings. If you have listened to me, you do not care to ask: what deeper and deeper meanings could there be in what I have said? You do not care. You think you have understood the meaning; there is no question of profundity. Now you consider only whether this meaning is right or wrong. But in relation to truth, by deciding right or wrong nothing will be solved. What has been said—how many layers deeper can one descend, how far can one go?
The speech of ones like Mahavira is not a single layer—it has a thousand layers. Therefore we have emphasized study. We do not say: “Read it and put the book aside.” We say: read again and again. What does it mean to read again and again? It means: yesterday I saw one meaning; today I will read afresh. I will search: could there be another meaning—some deeper meaning? In the speech of those like Mahavira, meanings will keep emerging all your life. The deeper you grow, the deeper meanings you will find. The day you find the final depth within you, that day you will know the final meaning of Mahavira. So do not search meanings in the dictionary; search meanings in the depth within, in the depth of one-pointed meditation.
“Hold in the mind an unwavering peace in the form of dhriti.”
Do not be in haste—for the journey is long. Do not do this: “I read today—finished; I heard today—done.” The journey is long—endless. Proceed with great patience. Wait; be at peace.
“This is the path of nishreyas.”
This is the path to moksha. Drop what is wrong. Seek what is right. And keep infinite patience; keep infinite waiting—labor, sadhana—but with utmost patience, with utmost peace.
Do not think, “Truth will be attained now.” It can be attained now—but for those who are ready to wait for eternity. Even in this instant it can be attained—for if there is the capacity of such patience, “I will wait for eternity,” then it can be now. That very patience becomes the cause of attainment. But we are in a hurry.
People come to me and say, “Two days have passed—we have been meditating—and nothing has been seen yet.”
Incurable! It is difficult to treat them. Two days! Such a long time! If you explain a lot, they will do it for four days! How many births of illness are there? How much rubbish is piled up?
Recently the municipal workers went on strike—how much garbage collected in just two or four days! And how long have you been on strike—do you know?
Pay a little attention—how long have you been on strike? The soul has become nothing but rubbish.
A little patience. A little peace. But one who is ready to drop the false, who has courage to hold to the right—who can be patient, labor, and wait—his prayer certainly is fulfilled one day.
That is all for today.
We will sing kirtan for five minutes…!