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Let Sat Guru be Your Ship

The Ninth Discourse: 29th January 1979: Osho Commune International, Pune

This cell made of five elements has a complex web in it.

Where the Life has abode, but so close to death.

Dariya says he is not separate from body, everything is contained in body.

You attain it with much discipline of yoga, without discipline nothing is attained.

Dariya says, heart is ocean, incomprehensible, vast and without end

Your are in all, all encompassed in you; this essence is known by rare saints.

There is no garb like necklace or hat, nor gold or ornaments

But satsang is everlasting within, if one would become stabilized.

Worshipping the Supreme Soul, the pure name is the base

Scholars worship stones, they are lost at doors of death.

Neither rosary, nor uniform, nor writing in ink

Makes your fort strong, but firmness in truth.

Dariya says world-ocean is immensely deep, use Master as ship

Climbing it the swan will attain to peak of happiness.

You may have heard much music from mansion, palace, pent-house

Without hearing Master's word, that is like crow among birds.

Dariya speaks of nirvana.

Jesus has said, "See if you have eyes, listen if you have ears." All have eyes and also all have ears. And Jesus was certainly not speaking to blind and deaf people; he was speaking to people just like you - they had eyes just like you have and they had ears just like you have. But it is not certain that one would see just because one has eyes. And it is not essential that one would hear just because one has ears. Someone misses seeing even though one has eyes. Someone misses hearing even though one has ears. There is yet another paradigm to hear, there is yet another paradigm to see, that paradigm is the essence of all religions.

Your house is on fire and someone informs you in a shopping center, "Your house is on fire. What are you doing here?" You will rush toward home. The people walking on the road would still be visible, if someone greets you on the way that would still be visible - you have not yet become blind - and yet nothing would be visible. The one whose house is on fire can’t see people walking on the way. Someone may greet, it would not be heard. And if someone reminds the next day, "I ran into you yesterday, I greeted you, you did not even reply!" You would ask forgiveness, you would say, "Please forgive me. I was not conscious at that moment."

So, that means when something is seen with consciousness, then only it is visible. If something is seen with unconsciousness then, it does not become visible. If something is heard with consciousness, it is heard. Of one lives with consciousness then the life becomes divine. And if one lives with unconsciousness then nothing but rocks would come into hands. And we are living unconsciously. We are living as if someone is sleep-walking. We are living as if someone is walking drunk.

Our life is not an awakened life. That is why Dariya does say, "Although I am saying the words of nirvana, whether you will hear or not, it all depends on you."

Suppose there is a doctor and medicine ... if the patient does not even take the medication! Just because a diagnosis is done, a medication is found - that is of no help. Diagnosis has been taken care of, it has been taken care of many times, man's disease is all-too-familiar - man has been ailing with but one disease for centuries - the disease of imbecility, that of intoxication, that of unconsciousness. Different Sat Gurus may have given different names, but disease is one. And the medication too is one. Medication is known for centuries too - awaken!

But either you indulge or you escape, you never awaken. One who indulges stays sunken and so does the one who escapes. The one who indulges and the one who renounces are not much different, they are people of the same category. One is racing with his face toward market place and the other is racing with his back toward market place - but both are racing. Neither one is awakening. And the one who awakens is able to listen. And the one who awakens has the soundless sound arise from the very core of his being, Krishna's flute plays within his being, the verses of Koran are born in his being, every one of his word becomes song-divine. The one who awakens gets to know that he and divine are not separate - a proclamation of 'anal haq' (I am God) happens.

In the West there is a new discovery of hologram. It is a discovery worth understanding. If you split a picture into four parts, the picture would be divide into four parts. Hologram is the new art of picture-taking. Hologram pictures are taken with laser beam. For example you caste laser beam on a rose flower and take a picture. This picture is quite unique. It's uniqueness is so miraculous that if you understand that then you will understand the ultimate statement of upnishads, "Tat twam asi, Shvetketu;" you will understand that proclamation by Mansoor, "Anal Haq," - I am God. Science has condoned "Tat twam asi" for the first time.

There are many specialties about hologram picture.

The first specialty: when a picture of rose is taken in a laser beam the rose does not appear on the film, only its aura dancing around the rose - not the rose. It is like when you throw a pebble in lake and you take a picture of waves rising on the surface - you won't get the pebble in the picture as it settles at the bottom of the lake - but the circular waves would be captured in the photo. Similarly, when a subject is photographed in laser beam, the subject is not captured on film, rather the circular waves dancing all around the subject are captured. But this picture is quite unique. If you project laser rays through this picture again on a screen, a rose flower displays.

Another specialty is that if you divide this film into pieces, even then it does not make any difference - with each piece what appears on screen is the total rose flower. You can divide it in thousand pieces, even then it does not make any difference. You can divide it in as small pieces as possible - even then a total picture of rose appears on the screen.

This is an amazing discovery. It means that the all mathematical laws of the past have become obsolete. The old mathematics imply that part can’t be equal to whole. How can it be equal? A part would be smaller than whole, a portion would be smaller than the entire thing. But hologram says that part is equal to whole, a portion is equal to the entire thing. Howsoever smaller it may seem, the whole is permeated into it. A drop is permeated with ocean. A seed is permeated with tree. A tiny little molecule is permeated with the entire universe. That is just the proclamation of upnishads. Tat twam asi. I am that. You are that.

Between you and divine there is no qualitative difference. You are just a small picture of it. But you have divinity in its entirety - all that is in the entire universe, not an iota less.

This is a fresh revolution in mathematics - this is a new proclamation in science. Mystics had always known it, but it has been condoned by science for the very first time. To see this you will have to change your perspective. This is such an immense happening! To see an ocean in a drop - you will have to renew you eyes. You will have to give a new structure, a new color, a new way, a new style to the world of your being. You will have to learn a few new notes to sing your song. You will have to wear dancing bells around your ankles. You will have to become expert at the new are of celebration. That very art is called religion.

Dariya speaks of nirvana.

Dariya says, "I am speaking that ultimate truth to you. Will you hear or not?" And do not consider just hearing as 'hearing.' Everyone hears but only the one who digests really hears. If you just heard it then what can happen? If you have not understood then to hear has been a waste. Even if you understand then what can happen? If you have not live it then to understand has been a waste. You hear, understand, live and be that, then only the taste of immortal would appear in your being. Then the dancing divinity appear in you. Or you may say that it was always asleep and now it suddenly awakens and begins to dance. It does not even come, it was there already. It is as if flower was concealed in bud that blossomed and the fragrance overflows. Your life becomes meaningful the day the fragrance of your being overflows.

Jasmine blossomed, daisy blossomed and new rose came smiling;

A magical drone brought fragrance of jungle to me.

But this drone is here trying to accomplish by being an ascetic;

Could not attain its goal yet, the absence of lover was obvious.

Always heard that the adolescence cause regret and tears;

Always observed that body is much like dust in the wind.

But this knowing is strange, something inaccurate about this axiom;

For those who have seen Beloved say something entirely different.

When you observe only on the surface then there is nothing but dust all around - where is the glimpse of immortal? When you observe only on the surface then there is nothing but gross matter - where is the deliverance with divine? When you observe only on the surface then you grasp veena - when could you hear melody of veena? Even when a flute comes in the grasp, the melody does not just arise out of it by itself!

Jasmine blossomed, daisy blossomed and new rose came smiling;

A magical drone brought fragrance of jungle to me.

But this drone is here trying to accomplish by being an ascetic;

Could not attain its goal yet, the absence of lover was obvious.

Always heard that the adolescence cause regret and tears;

Always observed that body is much like dust in the wind.

But this knowing is strange, something inaccurate about this axiom;

For those who have seen Beloved say something entirely different.

Awaken O traveller! hit the trail, such are those paths;

Tree branches are leaning down, such are those arms.

'Tis clear and confusing again and again, 'tis lovers' heart after all;

Knows essence but not the pain, 'tis lovers' soul after all.

Unique is the path, complex is the road, different shapes are at every step;

Who can say, it may be at this moment molding itself like the world.

Do not regard it as the husk of corn, it is more like a seed of mustard;

Then again, which seed is it hiding in, who can ever reveal that secret!

Poured right amount of water to the roots with the hope Beloved may open its eyes;

Someday it may chirp like bird in these tree branches, somewhere.

Awaken O traveller! hit the trail, such are those paths;

Tree branches are leaning down, such are those arms.

Divinity is ever ready to take you in its embrace, like tree-branches leaning down; divinity is eager to fill your nostrils with fragrance that has no beginning nor end; divinity yearns to come into you like dancing ray of light, it yearns to rise like a full moon, it yearns to appear on the sky of your heart like all of the shining stars; but you must open your door, you must yield way to it, you muse descend the throne! You have occupied throne by yourself. You have not left any room for it. And then if you do not get anything but unhappiness, hopelessness, tears in you life - anyone who is to blame, it is you; remember that.

Those who have told you that life has nothing to offer have told you wrong.

But this knowing is strange, something inaccurate about this axiom;

For those who have seen Beloved say something entirely different.

Those who have seen the beloved have told things differently. They have dubbed nature as it's veil. Those who have seen the beloved have gotten it's glimpse even in nature. Every flower has it's fragrance, every color has it's color, all rainbows belong to it. Moons and suns have but it's shine, people's pulsating hearts have it's beat, it is your breath going in, it is your breath going out. Only it is awake in you, only it is living in you, only it is sleeping in you, only it is your love, only it is your prayer, only it is your worship - you are temple. Why do you go to Kaba and why do you go to Kashi? You are temple. And you are unable to find it within you then you would never be able to find it in some Kaba. And the one who found it within oneself, for him the entire existence becomes Kaba, the entire existence becomes Kailash. Then wherever you step - a pilgrimage is produced. Then wherever you take a seat becomes a temple. The master is within you. Dariya speaks of nirvana. These words of nirvana are being spoken to you just to remind this very thing.

This cell made of five elements has a complex web in it.

Where the Life has abode, but so close to death.

What is happening within you and what can happen - you have not even a memory.

I have heard, on night - on full moon night during winter - a bunch of friends consumed excessive hemp. Night sky with full moon, the shining appearance of moon, the intoxication of wine - they thought of going for a boat ride. They went to lake. Boatmen had already gone home having tied their boats - they untied one boat, climbed into it and began rowing it, moving oars back and forth. They began their boat ride at midnight - when dawn began to break and cool winds began to blow and their intoxication subsided, they thought of homes. Someone said, "Let us get down at bank and see how far we have floated? We do have to go back. Have we come east or west, we did not know anything. We do not know how many miles we have travelled?" One of them disembarked at bank and burst out laughing. "What is the matter? Why are you laughing?" the rest of them said. The man was so helpless with his laughter, with palm holding belly! He managed to say, "Let me finish laughing first, then I may be able to say. And if you really wish to enjoy it fully, get off and see for yourselves." They all got off and they all started to guffaw. At night they had totally forgotten that a chain attached to bank too had to be released. They had rowed very diligently - but just by rowing alone how can you travel? The chain also has to be released. They had stayed in one spot.

You too will stay wherever you took birth - and no matter how much you row, and no matter how much wealth you accumulate, no matter how high you rise in political status, no matter how much you race with ambition ... This racing in ambition is not more than coma. You stay in same spot. This racing in ambition is not more than dream - when eyes open in morning you would find yourself at home in bed. You may journey to Timbuktu or you may journey to Constantinople - or wherever else you may go - when the eyes open in morning you will find it is the same old house, same old hut, same old bed! Such is your life. To break the chain is the prerequisite. And chain is of unconsciousness - of lack of meditation. You do not know exactly who you are? You can’t respond to the question, "Who am I?" And the one who has no answer to the question: "Who am I," all his answers are not worth two clams. He may have memorized scriptures, his scriptures have no value - not even worth two clams. Scriptures are of no use by memorizing. Scriptures just hang outside, the trash within remains as ever. Scriptures become just like parrots learning to recite, "Ram-Ram" and they just keep repeating "Ram-Ram." "Ram-Ram" does not penetrate the heart.

I have heard, a padre had a parrot - it was a very scholarly parrot. It was one that recited "Ram." It would remain busy with prayer from morning till evening. A woman also used to go to his parish. This woman said to padre, "I too have bought a parrot and I am in a real quandary. The parrot must have grown up in a wrong place; seems like in a brothel or in some tavern; it blurts out profanities! It babbles awful profanities! I become especially concerned when I have company that the parrot may not babble something. When you come to my house, I have to put cover over the parrot so that it may not blurt out something-or-other once it sees you. How do we transform this parrot? You are able to transform people, why not transform this parrot?" Padre said, "Do not you worry, I have an extremely religious parrot. It only know worship and prayer. It recites Jesus' name all the time. It is a holy soul. You bring your parrot here. We will put them together ... there is benefit with satsang!"

That woman brought her parrot. Both parrots were put together in the same cage. Two day passed. Padre was a little surprised as neither the woman's parrot would babble profanities nor padre's parrot would recite God's name. Padre asked his parrot, "What happened to you? You were such a devotee, how come you have stopped recitation of God's name?" It said, 'The reason for which I recited God's name is accomplished. I wished a female and I found one. It was for that I used to shout "please God".' He asked the woman's parrot why it stopped babbling profanities. It said, 'I have found the male for which I wished and used to babble profanities.'

Parrots may babble profanities or recite God's name on the surface, it does not make a difference. The real thing is inside. You may put on a shawl scribbled with God's name - what is that going to accomplish? But this is what is happening. You do not even know who you are - and the Ramayana has been memorized! The sayings of Gita have been memorized! It seems that the revolution is completed even without taking the first step for the revolution.

A real religious person starts from the very beginning. He asks, "Who am I?" And do not accept anything beforehand in that enquiry. Because whatever you accept beforehand would be a hindrance. Any right discovery, any real search does not begin with partial view, it begins with an impartial view. A man who already is a Hindu, Moslem, Jaina or Christian - can never attain to truth. He has concluded what truth is even before finding truth! That is not really a scientific search. This is rather a thing of blind faith. You have decided beforehand that it is night at this moment - even if it is day - and now you proceed to prove your hypothesis. And be aware, mind is very cunning. Whatever you wish to prove, it will gather proofs in its favor.

A man had brought a book to me. He has proven that the number thirteen is jinxed. He has gathered all records from newspapers of accounts of accidents that take place on thirteenth of a month. Now things do happen on thirteen: cars collide; railway trains overturn; aeroplane catch fire; murders are committed; suicides are also committed - people do die. He collected all accidents that take place on the thirteenth of months. He says this is a proof. I said to him, "Now you do one thing: gather all that happen on the fourteenth. and then gather also what happens on fifteenth. And then you will be surprised that what happens on fourteenth is not less than what happens on thirteenth. Same with fifteenth. But if you decided right in the beginning that the date of thirteen is jinxed ... situation in the America is so bad that there are no rooms numbered thirteen, there is no thirteenth floor - because no one wants to rent on the thirteenth floor.. Therefore fourteenth floor comes after twelfth. It actually is the thirteenth floor but it is numbered as fourteenth. You may rent with ease - no mishap takes place. And if you know that the floor is thirteenth, then you may not be able to sleep all night.

A right enquiry does not begin with a belief, nor does a right enquiry begins with a lack of belief. A right enquiry begins with clarity of idea - neither in favor nor against it. It begins with a desire to know, with an open mind.

You asked yourself, "Who am I?" And quickly replied, "I am aatman," then the search has become false. You asked yourself, "Who am I?" And quickly replied, "I am nothing but the body," then the search has become false. The reply will come not come so quickly, you will have to dig much deeper. It is like someone who digs a well - first trash and garbage come in hand. Do not return quickly. Dig more. Then pebbles and stones will come in hand. Do not fret. Dig more. Then dry dirt will come in hand. Do not fret thinking how can there be any source of water below such dry dirt! Continue to dig. Later slowly and gradually damp dirt will come in hand. Now appears the first sign. Continue to dig. The source of water will not come in had all of a sudden such that you may drink it. Mud appears, keep digging - dirty water will come, keep digging. One day an hour will come when crystal clear water source will become available within your being. When someone drink out of one's own source of clear water - then satisfaction ... then contentment ... then sat-chit-anand (truth, reality, bliss.)

This cell made of five elements in it ... this temple of yours that is built with five elements, this house that you have here, has a complex web in it ... is very complex. This is not just a simple, small happening. If you see from the skin, from the surface, you can’t tell how much complexity you have underneath. You are a whole universe by yourself. Within a small brain - now brain is not much large; it is a small skull - in it is a small brain that can be weighed with a small balance - in that tiny brain all information from all the libraries on this earth can be stored. In the brain of an average man! Some brain of Albert Einstein is not needed. A brain from any Tom-Dick-Harry will do. All information stored in all the libraries that have ever existed on the earth can be stored on a simple human brain.

In your small body there are seven billion living cells. Bombay is a small city. Calcutta too is very small. The small city of your body has number of living cells living that exceed the population of Calcutta, Bombay, London, New York, put together. At present even the entire earth is smaller. There are only four billion people living on earth. Your small body has seven billion living cells. That is why the ancient people in the knowing have called you 'purush'. 'Purush' means ... 'Pur' means city - you reside in a big city that is why you have been called purush. You have an abode in the middle of these seven billion residents in your body. Your are a supreme city. You are a supreme earth. You appear to be small but you are not small. There is a vastness within you and the vastness is quite complex. And how much work continues within! ...

Scientists say that all the work that is accomplished in a human body can only be done in a factory constructed over a minimum of four square miles of area. Even then it is not certain that we would be able to accomplish every thing. Even till now the science has not been able to find ways to transfer bread into blood. And it has not been able to find ways to transform bread into flesh and bones. It may yet take centuries to find out how bread transforms to thoughts, dreams, love. Imagine the day when you would feed bread into the engine on one side and a river of love would flow from the other side! It does not yet seem feasible that you feed bread on one side and meditation would come oozing out the other.

You eat bread and so does Buddha. Your bread transforms into anger, Buddha's bread becomes super-consciousness. You breathe the same air Buddha does. Your breath comes and goes without a purpose while in Buddha's breathing nectar showers.

You are a complex happening ... man is the most complex happening on earth. Do not just live taking yourself for granted quietly. Much search has to be done. What can’t be found by searching on moon and stars would be found by searching within human interiority. There is no sense in climbing on top of Everest - how you wish you could climb the Everest of your interiority! The ones in the knowing have called that very phenomenon as sahastrar. The ultimate height of your consciousness, the ultimate pinnacle; the supreme purity of your consciousness, of your super-consciousness, of your Buddhahood - is called nirvana. Dariya speaks of nirvana.

This cell made of five elements has a complex web in it.

Where the Life has abode, but so close to death.

And in this prison cell made of five elements resides your aatman, the 'purush' has abode in this city. And the miracle is that this 'purush' has eternal life, it has neither had a beginning nor it would ever have an end. And yet it is lodged right next to death, it is lodged in the neighborhood of death. The death is seated right next to you, not an inch of separation is there, no one knows when it would catch hold of you, there is no surety that you would last another moment; will you see tomorrow - no one can say.

I have heard a sufi story:

An emperor saw a dream wherein a frightening dark shadow put its hand on his shoulder, he turned to look and became afraid. Even in the dream he started to tremble. Although he was a very brave man, he had fought many a battle, he had played with swords; swords was his very life - but he started trembling. He said, "Who are you?" The dark shadow laughed loud and said, "I am your death. And I have come to foretell you to be ready before sundown tomorrow as I am coming to take you. As the sun goes down, so you." Hearing this who could have slept any more? The sleep was interrupted. It was midnight, the emperor became drenched in sweat. Immediately the warning gongs were struck. All the generals gathered together. But what can general do before death? Horsemen surrounded the palace; naked swords started to flare in the night's darkness. But what can naked swords do before death? What can horsemen do? Cannons were loaded with cannon-balls. But what can cannon-balls do.

Then the vizier said, "What are you doing? A dream is but a dream! Hear reality becomes dream and you are supposing dreams to be real! You can’t trust reality here and you are putting trust in a dream! All these arrangements are futile. Let us call upon astrologers, if you really want to do some arrangement. They may read your palm, study your horoscope and decide if, in fact, there is any significance to your dream." Well-known astrologers were summoned. Well-known psychologists were summoned - the ones who were Sigmond Freud, Jung, Adler of that time - they were all summoned. As it is a habit of scholars, debating is there profession. Scholars may never get to conclusions. Babbling is their profession. Well-known scholars came forth with their huge, big volumes and got into serious debates as to the significance of the dream. Some one offers one interpretation, some one else a second interpretation, some one else a third interpretation yet. If you go to some one who subscribes to Sigmond Freud, you may have one interpretation of a dream. If you saw a Shiv lingam in dream, he would say, "It was nothing but sex organ. Be careful! there is a terrible rising of your sexuality! You stay alert of yourself! You have repressed your sexual desire." If you go with the same dream to some Adler, the interpretation would be different. He would say, "This bright image of marble is indicative of the fact that a great ambition to become bright has arisen within you." And different people would have different interpretation. As many interpretations as there are psychologists. As many interpretations as there are palmists. There was woven a web of interpretations. The emperor became much confused rather than finding a conclusion. Dawn began to break, sun began to rise. The emperor said to vizier, "This is not going to resolve like that; if the sun rises, then how long can it be before the sun will set! Sun begins to set the moment it rises. a child begins to die the moment he is born. What should I do?"

The vizier said, "These debates have never ever concluded nor they ever will; scholars have been debating for ten thousand years and they have not agreed on a single thing. They are not even in agreement whether there is God or not. They do not agree on anything and they never will - they will die if they were to agree. Their profession is disagreement. Do not fall for their trap."

"What shall I do?" cried the emperor.

He said, "You have such a fast Arabian horse - you ride it as far away as you can. This palace is dangerous. Death has revealed itself here. The farther you go from this palace, the better. This palace is jinxed."

He liked the idea. The emperor mounted his horse and raced away. The horse was quite fast. By the evening he had traveled hundreds of miles. He was really pleased! In the evening when the sun was about to set, the last sun rays were about to disappear, he went to a park - in Damascus - he tethered his horse; having done so he lovingly embraced the horse, he patted it and whispered, "Thank you for bringing me hundreds of miles from that jinxed place!" But just then he heard the laughter again. He turned back and saw the same death was standing there, the same dark face. The emperor said, "So, you have come again! And what is the reason for the laughter?" The death said, "You should not thank the horse, I must. Because I was really puzzled. Your death has to happen underneath this tree here and I was afraid whether the horse will be able to get you here on time - whether it will bring you here or not. But you have come at the correct time at the correct place."

You may run anywhere, one day you will arrive at the correct at the correct place where death would be waiting for you. Even if you run away from death, you will fall into its clutches. You are surrounded by death. And even then the wonder of wonders is that immortality is your nature. The greatest wonder of the world is neither Tajmahal nor the falling tower of Babylon - where a flame was incessantly burning without wick, without oil, nor the great wall of China. The greatest wonder is that the immortal man is surrounded by death. Man is the island of immortality surrounded by the great ocean of death. That is the greatest miracle in this world. And naturally, you can see the ocean of death, the one that is roaring all around, you can’t see your nature of immortality. One who recognizes ones nature, becomes liberated. One who recognizes his nature has ambrosia showering in his life.

Where the Life has abode, but so close to death.

And death is so close, that is where is the essence of life resides.

I got such a heart, unfortunately, that did not even get a spark

I got house of sorrow wherein there wasn't even a tiny lamp.

I left with a promise that I will bring back fragrance of Beloved's hair

When I turned around I couldn't even find the brain of fresh air.

O You Killer! why did you release me after you imprisoned me,

I not only lost my intimate friend, I also couldn't find garden.

When in love with idols, how can I remember Allah,

Alas! neither the heart was in proper place nor could I relax body.

I dispatch Beloved's news but got lost in the process,

Such that even could not find trace of my lost senses.

How dare I take Beloved to the tour of my blemished body?

Even when stealing glances could not find a green patch.

Why wouldn't my eyes get moist amidst band of wine-pouring nymphs,

Unfortunate am I who couldn't even find an empty cup.

Idea was to search my luck with a lamp in hand,

With parting of night I couldn't even find a lamp.

Jalal says, "I am that nightingale in this garden of universe,

"A flower garden may get flowers, I wouldn't even find blemish!"

If you do misguided search, you will not only not find flowers, you can’t even find thorns.

Why wouldn't my eyes get moist amidst band of wine-pouring nymphs,

If wines were being freely poured somewhere and you can’t even find an empty glass, then naturally, why won't your eyes be teary?

Why wouldn't my eyes get moist amidst band of wine-pouring nymphs,

Unfortunate am I who couldn't even find an empty cup.

Even an empty glass was not found and wine was being freely poured!

Idea was to search luck with a lamp in hand,

Used to think that with lamp in hand I would search for time, for luck, for my own destiny, for God ...

Idea was to search my luck with a lamp in hand,

With parting of night I couldn't even find a lamp.

And I turned out to be so unlucky that I could not even find a tiny lamp!

Jalal says, "I am that nightingale in this garden of universe,

"A flower garden may get flowers, I wouldn't even find blemish!"

And all the flowers were yours, the entire garden was yours. All the moons and stars are yours and can’t find a tiny lamp! All the oceans are yours and you are not even able to search for an empty cup? A perspective is wrong somewhere. You are looking in spots where you should not be looking. And you do not want to look where the secret of secrets is concealed.

In some city a beggar died. He kept begging for thirty years sitting on the same ground. And when he died, people of the village thought of cleaning the ground and digging it a little - he had used the spot for thirty years with dirty rags ... So people dug the ground a little. Once they dug, they were surprised. Treasures were lying there. Piles upon piles of gold coins were discovered. All village people started to laugh as to what kind of a fakir ... what kind of beggar this was; he could have become an emperor with the ground he occupied, but he never searched. He kept begging for alms with his begging bowl. And I say unto you, those people of village did not, even then, learn anything.

That fable of beggar is your story also - it is the story of every person in every village. The empire of paradise is concealed in the same spot where you are sitting. But you are begging for alms - you are begging for clams.

Desires are begging bowl. Prayer is the search within. You will find a lamp there that never goes out. And you will come across eternity, that existed before birth and will be there after death also.

Dariya says he is not separate from body,

Everything is contained in body.

Remember, divine is not disconnected from body. Hence, the ones who told you to become enemy of body were not religious people.

Dariya says he is not separate from body,

Everything is contained in body.

You attain it with much discipline of yoga, without discipline nothing is attained.

He is concealed in the body itself. He is not disconnected from body. Hence, those who become body's enemies in the name of religion also become enemies of divine. The one who demolishes temple has also demolished deity of temple. If you wish to save deity of temple, you must honor and respect temple also. That is exactly I teach you: treat your body like temple, honor it, respect it; love your body; body is gift from divine, do not demolish it, do not torture it, do not burn it. The ones who demolish their bodies, burn it abuse it are all masochists, perverted, sick; they need psychotherapy. Ninety-nine percent of your so-called holy people need psychotherapy. There is hardy a person or two who has understood in true sense.

Someone has laid his body on a bed of thorns; someone has lit smoke-filled fire all around him in the middle of hot sun; someone is standing erect under open sky while freezing ice is coming down; someone is fasting; someone has pierced his mouth with spears. Beware of these insane people! They are unhealthy people. They are perverted. They need psychotherapy.

The ones who know say something different, the ones who recognize the Beloved say something different.

Dariya says he is not separate from body,

Everything is contained in body.

Whatsoever you wish to seek, is hiding in your body. Therefore, do not demolish body, take care of body, serve the body, the service to body goes as offering to His feet. Hence, I am opposed to renunciation and penance. I am not in favor of indulgence, but I am certainly opposed to renunciation and penance. Indulgence is one extreme, renunciation is the other extreme. An intelligent individual rests in the the middle. He catches hold of golden rule. There is neither a need to overeat nor is there a need to fast. Neither there is need to worry about clothing twenty-four hours a day, nor there is need to stand naked. Neither one has to waste oneself in the market place nor one has to run away into jungles hiding in some caves. Both are pathological. These are not the signs of healthy consciousness. This is the tell-tale sign of a healthy consciousness: you live in the market place and live in such a way that market place does not touch you. Like lotus. And the art of being like lotus is discipline of yoga.

You will have to learn a little art. Do not assume that you have become and expert veena-payer if someone hands you a veena. Divinity has handed you the gift of life when you were born. But do not assume with that that you can provoke music from the veena of life.

To irritate Mulla Nasaruddin, someone gave a drum as a birthday-present to some child in the neighborhood of Mulla Nasaruddin. Now that the child has the drum, all he does is beat the drum. All day and all night. Mulla's heart was being torn. The drum is being beaten the whole day! The people of his household are also distressed - but the child is as pleased as people are distressed. He became the center of attraction in the whole neighborhood. He held the status of a leader in the whole neighborhood. Whichever way he passes by, people request him, "Please do not beat drum today, brother! Some guests are coming to house." Much older people began to salute him saying, "So where is your drum, brother? Please allow us to sleep a little, we are worn-out. Please do not play drum tonight!" But one day, his drum did not sound. His father asked him, "Son! what happened to your drum?" He cried, "Oh! I dunno what happened. Mulla Nasaruddin did give me a present of a knife and told me, 'See, what happens if you stab the drum. It will be real fun if you stab the drum.' So, I have stabbed the drum - since then there is no sound.

One does not know how to play drum just by getting a drum. Nor does one knows how to play flute just by getting a flute. The fact is that whatever you do with flute in hand would be incorrect. You will make garbling sounds. You will harass neighbors.

Mulla Nasaruddin once got driven by the passion to play sitar. The whole neighborhood was in trouble. Because he started picking but one note, neighborhood was on verge of insanity. Even his wife would kiss his feet - the one who had never stooped before. Mulla, on the other hand used to kiss her feet. So even that wife would kiss feet, "Please forgive. How long this single-not-playing going to continue? I have heard a lot of classical music but this single-note-playing continues, it will make life miserable at home. Neighbors ask me, 'What has happened to your husband. And if you really have to play, play some different notes also." Mulla said, "Why should I play a different notes?" "But I have seen many other players, no one plays just one note", the wife protested. Mulla said, "They are searching their note, I have found mine. That is why they play this note and that, they are searching here and there. Why should I play like them?"

You have receive the life, life is a veena and very fragile and delicate. But most people are just playing nothing but one note, and think that they have found their note. Life is an art. That art is named religion. Birth is just the beginning of life; an opportunity, not an end. It is a seed. To transform seed into a tree, to take tree through flowering is a long journey. In this long journey a lot has to be surrendered, a lot has to be sacrificed. In this long journey much practice has to be done. Do not just destroy the veena of life, because you get confused listening to its single note, do not just take a vow that you will never play it again because only harsh music arises out of it. Because if you do not play the veena, you will never get entrance to divine temple.

Only yesterday I took the vow

That I will not touch wine again.

Alas! if I knew beforehand,

That He Himself would offer me drink today.

Only yesterday we took the vow never to drink wine again. Little did we know that divine in the form of a cup-bearer would pour wine into our glass.

Only yesterday I took the vow

That I will not touch wine again.

Alas! if I knew beforehand,

That He himself would offer me drink today.

Divine will certainly fill the glass of your being with wine, with juices of intoxication one day. Do not just shatter your glass! Divine will play your veena one day. Do not just break veena!

Every bud becomes an intoxicating dream

Every leaf becomes rose flower

You did not caste your wine-soaked eyes

Else the dew drops would have transformed into wine.

It is an art to live life. If you know how to see then dew drops can become wine. If one knows how to drink then one can even drink water and become intoxicated. And if one does not know how to drink, then even wine is just water. If one knows how to live then life is a celebration, a supreme celebration; and if one does not know how to live then life is a burden - which we somehow manage to bear.

Tell me, now that you have seen moonlight

How does the world strike you;

Tell me, now you are loving this flower of dust.

That day a little rain was in the wind,

Night was a little dark,

Tell me, you stopped repressing sweet thing so lovely.

Beloved, this bank of river,

Is where Yamuna is deep,

Tell me, if the pain stops you, no way can you go across

Many pebbles you can play with,

Anguish, pain, hurdle to contend with,

Tell me, what gift you bear for Beloved when you meet Him

I was unaware of this secret.

Had altogether different notion,

Tell me, distracted by pilgrim places when these strings twanged!

Listening would strike,

Night would arrive,

Tell me, would craze Kachnar tree blossom with love!

After cutting a little diamond,

Perhaps you would create moon-light,

Tell me, where would you bring this garland for neck?

'Lover' is someone's name,

Love too is a game,

Tell me, life is for couple of days, prolong it for two more days.

Life goes on squandering. Life span is like for three days and four days get squandered away. More of it is squandering away than it is. It is wastefully squandering away.

Tell me, now that you have seen moonlight

How does the world strike you;

Tell me, now you are loving this flower of dust.

But there are two ways of looking at moonlight. One way is the way of blind eyes. They see moonlight and nothing is seen. And the other way is way of one with eyes. The real moon becomes visible in the moonlight.

One way is "Tell me, now you are loving this flower of dust" ... in which flower appears as dust and there is another way also in which even dust appears as flowers. It all depends on your point of view. It all depends on your perspective. The perspective constitute the universe.

Dariya says, heart is ocean, incomprehensible, vast and without end

You are in all, all encompassed in you; this essence is known by rare saints.

Dariya is saying, it is a supreme ocean, incomprehensible, vast and without end ... neither a beginning nor an end, neither has it boundaries nor does it have a definition. You are in all ... you are in everything; all encompassed in you ... and everything is contained within you. This essence is known by rare saints ... but this thing essence, this thing of deep understanding is known by some rare people. The one who knows it is saint.

The meaning of saint is he who has encountered truth. What is truth? It is: other than divine is all false. And what is false? It is: divine is false, all else is truth. Truth is divine and everything else is its shadow. False is samsar - and divine is but an imagination. There are only two kinds of people in this world. Ones who believe in gross, and the others who believe in subtler than then the subtle. They also become subtle with that.

If you wish to soar in the far away skies, the skies of the universe, then you need wings - wings of the subtle. And if you only wish to crawl on earth like worms and creepy-crawlers then there is no need for wings.

Whenever I had you in my thoughts

The whole stress from my face withered away

Lotus of exuberance in my heart blossomed

Moonlight permeated through out my realization

And then with a playful excitement

I began my journey for your search

In the shadow of my bleak eyes

How luminous aflame colorful flowers there are

I don't know how long I been stifling

My desire to see you beautiful face

Embracing in my imaginary arms

I kept singing songs, kept doing ??rux.

While singing songs and doing ??rux

I wandered through many wedding ceremonies

My very being was fragrant with elation

Though thorns kept pinching my feet.

Having sought you for epochs

I happily arrived close to you

But when I lifted eyes to glance at your face

My sweet dream began to sting me

Were these those terrible ??Khado-khaal

That kept stimulating my intention

For which my fresh wailing

Kept inventing calamities all my life

You may search all you wish in this life which is so gross, you may travel all you wish on the surface, you will eventually topple down with defeat, with much sorrow -for those are the drum beats from afar that sound so musical. Divine is not on the circumference, it is at the center. Do not just keep running on surface, do dive deep. And you do possess the ladder to descend within. You do not even have to borrow the ladder from someone else. You carry the ladder with you always. But you do not even throw a glance within. Your eyes have become affixed outward, they have forgotten to turn backward. They have become paralysed. You do not even remember that there is anything within. And the ones who know - the ones who have known Beloved say that the outer sky is much smaller compared to the sky within. And light outside is like darkness compared to the light within. And life outside compared to life within is like death. And wealth outside can’t even be compared to the wealth within.

There is no garb like necklace or hat, nor gold or ornaments

But satsang is everlasting within, if one would become stabilized.

Nothing would be accomplished with things outside. No matter how much ritualistic operations you perform - fire ceremony, worship, chants - no matter how much garbs you wear = cover yourself with shawl printed with 'Ram-Ram', "There is no garb like necklace or hat, nor gold or ornaments, But satsang is everlasting within" ... there is but one thing which can be of use and that is your awareness. Not the outer colors and ways, but awareness within. But satsang is everlasting within, if one would become stabilized" ... If one would resolve to seek divine. If you have longing to make life meaningful, if you would have determined to not perish unfulfilled - you will die after knowing; if you have come to realize intensely within you heart, "what kind of life would it be if I keep gathering worthless objects and die one day; what kind of life would it be if I keep gathering useless stuff and death snatches away everything; what kind of life would it be if I were to be obsessed for my name and fame and when I leave there wouldn't be even a trace of my name left in four day!"

In Jaina scriptures there is a mention of a 'chakravarti' (supreme) emperor who died. 'Chakravarti' emperor means one who is emperor over the entire world, an emperor of all the six continents. Jaina scriptures say that when a supreme emperor dies, there is a special arrangement. There is a mountain-range in heaven called Kailash which is equivalent to Himalayas; a supreme emperor has an opportunity to sigh his name on Kailash. Only a supreme emperor. When this supreme emperor had this occasion to go to heaven and etch his signature, he naturally felt happiness that had no bounds. He proceeded with much fan-fare, with an army. But the army was stopped at gate. Gate-keeper said, "You go in alone, that is the rule. You go in, etch your name and come back. All the rest of the people stay out." The pleasure was diminished all of a sudden. The very pleasure in this world is when other people see. If someone appoints you a prime minister while you sit in a room alone and no one hears the news then what is the point?, It would be like in a theater or in Rama-Leela! And if there were no one to see, the whole pleasure is vanished. All the army and fan-fare and friends that he invited all remained at the gate! This is an unprecedented occasion, it happens once in centuries. Someone happens to become a supreme emperor after centuries.

But then he went in with a hammer and chisel and when he saw the gigantic expanse of Kailash, he was dumbfounded! Our Himalayas is nothing in comparison. It is like a grain of sand before Himalaya - so is Himalaya before Kailash. So vast, such lofty were the peaks that for a moment he was overwhelmed. Then he started to look for space where he could etch his name - then it became much problem! The entire Kailash was covered with names. So many supreme emperors had lived before that there was no empty space where he could put his signature! He had thought that there might be two to four signature - at the most five to ten - but those gigantic mountain-ranges were completely full of signatures. There was not even a square inch of space left. So he returned. He said to the gate-keeper, "Excuse me, all my hopes were completely shattered. First, people could not go in. But now I know, it was best that people did not go in - this rule is befitting, otherwise it would have been insulting. I used to think that I am one of the chosen few people, ones you could count on fingers. It seems like innumerable supreme emperors have lived. I ask you where is the space?" He replied, "Please forgive me, go erase some one's name and etch yours, since that is what has been happening before. People continue to write their names erasing others' names."

Now the pleasure was totally gone! "If I were to write my name after erasing someone else's name, tomorrow someone would write his name after erasing mine!"

But that is what is happening. We are chasing after name, after wealth, after political posts and fame - what will you get? This is not gain, this is loss!

There is only one thing that is worth resolving about - that is to know divine - because only that is eternal, everlasting. The one who has the slightest humanity and courage would ??form ones resolution toward, "I will not go without knowing myself. I will definitely light the lamp within. "But satsang is everlasting within, if one would become stabilized".

What else do I have during my separation

I have concealed sorrow in my bag

Alas! the disappointed heart has been compelled

To forget that memory for long time

What do we have to offer to divinity?

What else do I have during my separation

What else do we possess that can be offered in this dark night of separation? How shall we pay the price?

What else do I have during my separation

I have concealed sorrow in my bag

But that alone is sufficient. If only you get the pang of finding Him in your bag that amounts to a culture getting inside an oyster, a pearl will be born. And only that pearl is the soul.

After a search for many years

I have picked from the garden of life,

A few thorns in my possession

Which I can offer to you if you wish.

What else can we offer to divinity?

After a search for many years

I have picked from the garden of life,

A few thorns in my possession

Which I can offer to you if you wish.

Offer all your anguish, all your thorns at His feet. And I say unto you that the moment you offer your thorns they transform into flowers. The moment you offer stones at His feet, they transform into koh-i-noor (diamond). You offer with heart - that is where lies the alchemy, the magic.

I have brought dreams of nights of sorrow

I have brought this extreme anxiety

In the lover's wine glass of mischievous words

I have brought the wine of tears with me.

We have nothing else, however, in the container of keen desire we can offer the wine of tears.

I have brought dreams of nights of sorrow

What kind of lives did we have? We had nights of anguish, full of anguish, of separation.

I have brought this extreme anxiety

All we have is a keen desire, a thirst, a yearning to find Him.

In the lover's wine glass of mischievous words

I have brought the wine of tears with me.

What do your words amount to, your prayers amount to? Your tears have expressions.

Say with tears what can’t be spoken with words. Say with dance what can be requested. Say with your head bowed what can’t be spoken. There is a difficulty. How does prayer to divine happen? How does this determination happen?

You gave songs to sing but not the tune

You gave innumerable desires

But not their fulfillment

You instructed to construct temple

But did not erect the idol

You told us to keep worshipping nothingness

You gave desert to ever-thirsty but not water fall

You gave songs to sing but not the tune

Having lighted the lamp of love

You gave grief and much groan

Having given perishable beauty

You gave yearning for immorality

You just told us to keep practicing devotion in silence

Having what makes you alive; won't make you die when you lose it.

You gave songs to sing but not the tune

You gave the infinite sky, and difficult, bottomless ocean

You gave me uneven wild path without beginning or end

Just told me to keep wandering the the world

You sent me away to strange-land, but have no home

You gave songs to sing but not the tune

No, there is no way to capture prayer into words. However, prayer does descend with tears. Dance! Bow! Sing! And in that very focus, in that very determination glimpses of divine begin to appear, windows open, His image appears, His resonance is heard.

Worshipping the Supreme Soul, the pure name is the base

Scholars worship stones, they are lost at doors of death.

And you have done much stone-worshipping - it then matters not if they belong in temples or in mosques. You have done much stone-worshipping. With those stones you will not get anywhere. And I am not saying that there is no divinity in stones. However, if you can’t see divinity in living energy, how the heck can you see Him in stones! Once you encounter Him in living energy, then He becomes visible in stones. Then it is He who is in the stones of temple, it is He who is in the stone at Kaba - but first the encounter has to happen in living energy. Once He becomes visible in living energy, then He becomes visible everywhere.

But, why do people worship stone? Stone-worshipping is simplistic, there is no risk, there is no challenge. Stone does not demand anything. If you go offer couple of flowers it is fine, if you did not offer it is fine too. But, if you seek living Master, it is not a cheap bargain. Offering flowers won't do. You will have to offer your life-energy. If you seek a living Master, if you sit at the feet of some Krishna, Kabir, Dariya, Nanak, Mohammed, Mansoor - then the bargain is not cheap. Then the cowardice won't do. You have to take risk. That is why people are very cunning, people are very conniving. They crucified live Mansoors, they murdered live Jesuses and later built churches and established statues of stone. And idol-worshipping continues. This worship is easy. These are toys in you hands. You can keep playing with these toys, your life will not change. Life changes when someone takes a risk.

Scholars worship stones, they are lost at doors of death ... keep worshipping and keep honing your scholarship, you will keep wandering at doors of death. From the first death to the second, from the second death to the third - you will keep wandering within the boundaries of death. There are infinite boundaries of death. You will not be able to connect with immortality. There is only one way to get connected, Worshipping the Supreme Soul ... bow down, wherever you have an experience of divine presence; demolish your ego there; drop yourself there; do non contain yourself, do not control yourself, do not control yourself because of your old habits! And once you have a little glimpse of live divinity in some eyes, once you become attached to a Master, a revolution has already happened, and unlit lamp has already lighted.

I am aware of Beloved all the time,

Now how more can I remember Him?

For all the twenty-four hours there remains only one awareness, incessantly; it becomes permeated, pierced through every breath.

The etiquette of love could not even tolerate this:

His picture even was not removed from my eyes!

Once you peep into someone's eyes somewhere, when you meet some such person who has known the Beloved, who has known that Lover, who has his arms in the arms of the Darling - then that picture will not leave your eyes. Even if you would wish to take it out, it will leave not. It becomes beyond etiquette that you take out that picture from your eyes. Etiquette will not tolerate it.

The glimpse that the Beloved bestowed through the veil

Even more desire was awakened for the hungry eyes.

And once you know some Master, a little veil may lift up, a little glimpse is caught of the Beloved, a madness then grows. That very madness is called sannyas. That very craziness is called sannyas.

The glimpse that the Beloved bestowed through the veil

Even more desire was awakened for the hungry eyes.

Then heart broods about only one thing, how can I drown, how can I drown wholly and totally.

Let me be allured into the beauty of creation

Let me be lost in the silvery light

I wish I could just for tonight

Go to sleep in the embrace of moonlight.

That is how pure that experience is, like virgin moonlight. "Let me be allured into the beauty of creation" ... who should not desire to be lost in that beauty of reality, that beauty of truth - only once do you have to get the glimpse!

One who went to temple in reality does not come back. He can’t come back. When the real prayer arises, the one who prays becomes lost in that very prayer. Where then is the coming back?

Let me be allured into the beauty of creation

Let me be lost in the silvery light

I wish I could just for tonight

Go to sleep in the embrace of moonlight.

Let such a remembrance arise. Dariya speaks of nirvana. Listen!

Then again your remembrance came in such colorful way

It appeared in the deep darkness of heart

As if a virgin adorned in silvery gown

Is lighting candle in mausoleum.

Once you meet a Master, His remembrance comes just like a virgin young girl, adorned in bright white outfit toes to a temple and lights lamps.

Then again your remembrance came in such colorful way ...

It is like a lightening flashes in the darkness of heart ...

Then again your remembrance came in such colorful way

It appeared in the deep darkness of heart ...

Hand-carrying many bright colors, much light, much celebration like spring ... like spring month ...

Then again your remembrance came in such colorful way

It appeared in the deep darkness of heart

As if a virgin adorned in silvery gown

Is lighting candle in mausoleum.

And this very remembrance is the real birth. There is one birth that comes from parents, that is only the birth of body. And there is another birth which comes from Master - from Dariya, from Nanak, from Bahauddin, from Buddha, from Lao Tse, from Zarthustra - there is another birth which comes from Master. You must remember that until you experience that birth you are simply wandering outside, you have not gained entrance to the temple. This country coined a unique word just to define that birth: dwij.

Ordinarily a Brahmin is called dwij; this is not right. Not all Brahmins are dwij, although all dwij's are Brahmins. Dwij means the who has been born the second time; the one who is born from Master. The one who is born the second time is a Brahmin. Although, remember, all Brahmins are not dwij's. A shudra (of low caste) can also be a dwij. And a Brahmin is not necessarily a dwij.

Raidas was a cobbler, he became a dwij. And Gora was a potter, he became a dwij. There is no connection between your birth and to be a dwij. By birth, every one is a shudra.

In my estimation, there are only two castes in the world, shudra and Brahmin. All are shudra by birth, then perhaps one or so out of a hundred become Brahmin with hard work. The one who attain to a second birth, the one who is born in super-consciousness, the one who is born in meditation.

Neither rosary, nor uniform, nor writing in ink ...

This is not a matter of literacy, this is not a matter of scriptures and books. 'nor writing in ink.' Do you recall the saying of Kabir: 'Neither have I touched ink nor paper.' And Kabir has also said, 'These things are not for watching, they are of seeing, of experiencing.'

Neither rosary, nor uniform, nor writing in ink

Makes your fort strong, but firmness in truth.

This complex web of darkness, of illusions, infatuations, of delusions, of dreams, of desires; is not likely to break by reading book - it may become stronger, it won't break. I breaks when the experience of truth happens, when a firmness in truth happens. But who is able to have you firmness in truth? The one who has known can help you know; the one who has arrived can help you to arrive.

Dariya says world-ocean is immensely deep, use Master as ship ...

Hence Dariya says that this sea is so vast, make Master as a ship.

Dariya says world-ocean is immensely deep, use Master as ship

Climbing it the swan will attain to peak of happiness.

And if you do climb aboard boat of Master, then you will get to the other shore.

You may have heard much music from mansion, palace, pent-house

Without hearing Master's word, that is like crow among birds.

This is lovely saying, place it in your heart with much reverence! from mansion, palace, pent-house ... you may have heard in mansions, in palaces, in pent-houses ... You may have heard much music ... you may have heard many ragas, many songs, much music. But they are all like the caw of crows. You have never even heard the music from cuckoo.

You may have heard much music from mansion, palace, pent-house

Without hearing Master's word, that is like crow among birds.

Until you have not heard the sayings of Master, cuckoo has not cried within your heart, coel has not called within you - you have only been hearing the noise from crows, their caws.

The one who is motioned by Beloved with his eyes

Why won't he be proud of his special luck!

Blessed are those who can hear! Dariya speaks of nirvana! Blessed are those who can see, who can hear, who can recognize! Blessed are those who open up their hears!

The one who is motioned by Beloved with his eyes ...

And eyes of Beloved motion him to come near ... to introduce Himself ...

Why won't he be proud of his special luck!

If there is anything worth being proud about, it is this: divine caste its eyes on you. And divine can only look at you through the eyes of Master, the first time around. You won't be able to connect with divine directly. You are far away from it, you have no knowledge of it; you need some one who can introduce to it.

That much trust I do have!

No matter how sweet cup one drinks,

No matter how lively wine one drinks,

It may be deep slumber or wakefulness,

State of madness or of consciousness,

But the blazing fire of separation

Its pangs could never go away!

That much trust I do have!

One may renounce one's household,

One may sever all one's relations,

One may walk all alone

Amidst deserted jungles,

But this complex caring

From body can never go away!

That much trust I do have!

Some heart may be won after losing,

It may be won after embracing,

In the explosion of love

One may meet not one, not two,

Even hundred times, but one's

Yearning to meet doesn't go away!

That much trust I do have!

You may search anything in this world, the yearning to find divine will persist in your heart. You may find anything in this world, and yet divine will keep obstructing every now and then. No matter what kind of love may happen in this world, and yet if the prayer would not happen, nothing would have happened.

That much trust I do have!

No matter how sweet cup one drinks,

No matter how lively wine one drinks,

It may be deep slumber or wakefulness,

State of madness or of consciousness,

But the blazing fire of separation

Its pangs could never go away!

That much trust I do have!

Only on the basis of that trust, only on the basis of that fragile thread of trust - people continue to attain to divine. You too will get to it that way. Make a wish, make a resolve, determine to wake up. Hear, if you can. See, if you can. Dariya speaks of nirvana.

Enough for today.

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