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Discourses on Dariya:* Sanskrit Words Defined * 1 * 2 * 3 * 4&5 * 6 * 7 * 8 * 9 * 10 * 11
They can take Sat Guru's
words as truth. Dariya says do study
devotion.
The eleventh
discourse: 31th January 1979: Osho Commune International, Pune
Selfish idiots console with sampatti (wealth), fell into
entanglement of bottomless.
You get close to saints and escape, you
become covered again with lust and desires.
Lost in intoxicants, why grieve now;
parrot repents having struck at silk-cotton flower.
There is no friend nor companion at time
of death, when you surrender your hand to angel of death.
Mother, father, wife, husband; may all
look on while angel of death extracts life.
All riches you bury deep here, it will be
left here in its containers.
You are carried out of edifice, the
encampment is in jungle; gathering together in courtyard they cry!
Lifting bedstead placing on shoulders,
going outside, they give flame.
After skin burns the ashes blow in
wind, for four days they talk
enlightenment.
Again the creature is entangled in
livelihood, and has erased from memory even vestige of him.
'People! let us spend, eat and make
merry,' thus speak many egoists.
They can take Sat Guru's words as
truth. Dariya says do study devotion.
With error and delusions you miss root,
when again will you find such life?
Wealth, sampatti, elephants and horses, at death - on end will
not go with you
Mother, father, son, woman, relatives,
they all will ??pamvar(probably??) forget you.
Dariya
speaks of nirvana.
Nirvana
means death. The ultimate death. A death such that to come back again beyond
it would not happen. An ordinary death
is just a bodily death. The journey of
mind could continue. The same mind that
has taken on this body would take on new bodies. As long as you have a desire you will have to keep coming into
new wombs in different forms. And that
journey to arrive and to depart is totally useless journey. You gain nothing with much ado, much hustle
and bustle. No goal is attained. The meaning of nirvana is such an art that
there is no rebirth. And such an art of
dying makes you unite with what is immortal.
Nirvana
is a wonderful word. On one hand
nirvana means the ultimate death; and on the other it means the ultimate birth,
an eternal birth. With an ordinary
death one gets an ordinary birth; with an extra-ordinary death one attains to an
extra-ordinary birth. With an ordinary
death one enters a womb of just any body, whereas with an extra-ordinary death
one enters divine womb.
Dariya
speaks of nirvana.
The
whole teaching of Dariya - and why only of one Dariya, all those who have
known, all those dariyas - all those oceans who have recognized the splendid
one; have just this one suggestion: die
in such a way that you have no birth, die in such a way that then you have the
ultimate life. Why chase after
ephemeral when to attain to eternal is your right! Why collect pebbles and stones when the wealth of entire
existence belongs to you! Why be
confined to some tiny body when you are larger than the sky! When there is way to become Brahman, when
there is a way to attain to your own Godliness, then why caste away your life
tinkering with little toys! The one who
understood nirvana, understood all.
Nirvana is the very essence of the entire life. Thousands upon thousands of experienced
people have called nirvana the very essence of their super-consciousness, just
like thousands upon thousands of flowers are extracted to get essence.
Why
is this yearning, this aspiration for nirvana born? And then, you would be surprised to know this truth that it is
because of death that an aspiration for nirvana is born. If there were no
death, there would have been no religion.
If there were no death you wouldn't even have thought of divinity. These are thorns who happen to remind you of
flowers. It is but death that doesn't
allow you to sleep - it awakens you again and again. Even then how few people are able to awaken. How few hearts are penetrated even with
arrow such as death? A great calamity
like death is surrounding you from all four sides and yet your slumber is not
interrupted. Just think, if there were
not even death, then perhaps there wouldn't be even a conversation on earth
about religion, bhakti (adoration), worship, prayer, meditation, yoga or
divinity. Even after so much death,
even then so few people attain to that ultimate juice! Everyone knows that he has to be effaced, but
even then it does not click! Everyday
you see death happening - today this person died and tomorrow some one else is
to die - a coffin is carried every day, a funeral pyre is put to fire every
day. Even then you don't recall this
fact, "I too have to die, my demise is constantly coming closer; tomorrow
if not today, day after if not tomorrow; I too will climb on top of funeral
pyre, my funeral pyre will also turn into ashes like that - dust to dust." If only you could remember that; if only that arrow would penetrate deep into
your heart - so deep that its piercing pain would stay with you twenty-four
hours a day. Only then an ultimate
explosion can happen in your life which is called nirvana. Only then a dawn can break in your life
which is called divinity. Only then the
dark night in your life can disappear and brightness appear. Only then an oil lamp would light up. And, only then there can be a rainfall of
bliss, arising of song, happening of celebration.
You
do sing even now, you do celebrate even now, once in a while you light up oil
lamps on festival of lights - but these lit oil lamps are all on the
surface. Once in a while you even throw
die on occasion like holi (festival of colors) - but deep down you are
colorless. Once in a while a large
flute plays on occasion of wedding ceremony, but that is only outside. When will you circumambulate within, when
will the large flute play for eternity, when will the music of eternity be
born; when will such musical notes of flute be born that they will never fade
away?
Where is the life yet?
for which I sing song!
Divine streets are vacant yet
Jungle of intoxication is vacant yet
Vines, trees etc. are burning dry yet
The garden is uprooted yet
Where is season of showers yet?
For which I spread over sky like a dark
cloud.
Where is the cup full of wine?
Where is the rising youth
Where is the storm full of earnest hopes?
Where is the typhoon full of life?
Where is the season of intoxication?
I am only celebrating autumn day and
night!
There ain't no philosopher's stone
There ain't no power to pull in a magnet
There ain't no fire in a flame
There ain't no love in a lit oil lamp
There ain't no festival of lights?
For which I burn body and mind!
There ain't no agitation of water falls
There ain't no uneasiness of the sea
There ain't no perturbation of river
That carries the sound of embracing
Where is the confluence of rivers?
I flounder incessantly with thirst still!
There ain't no playfulness in buds
There ain't no knowing in cow-chips
There ain't no fragrance in breaths
There ain't no pollen in lotus buds.
Where is honey, where is its drinker?
For whom I hum!
There ain't no twang in veena
There ain't no deep tone in tablas and
drums
The fresh vigor of frenzied dancing
Has not yet pervaded limbs of my body.
I am still singing tunes
With restraint and without progress!
My thirst has not yet demanded
The essence of the unfathomable ocean of
intoxication
My heart hasn't yet had rebelliousness
To ingest even poison yet
I don't know why I still avoid
Getting kissed by ball of fire?
As yet I have only heard
That paradise has a wishing-tree
I haven't yet brought
A wishing-cow in the courtyard of the
world
I still make a river of milk
Flow in the void!
I am still anxious to make
The whole earth rejuvenate
Where is life - as I am still
Making preparation for life
Where is life, still?
For which I sing song!
You
have been born, but where is the life yet?
Birth is not life, nor is death an end of life. Life is not bound between birth and
death. Life is before birth as well as
after death. Birth and death is not the
beginning and end of life; birth and death are very minor events in the middle
of life. They have happened many
times. And if you don't awaken, they will
keep happening many times more.
Awaken! 'Dariya speaks of
nirvana.' Dariya is saying, "I
wish to give you a glimpse of the life which never goes away once you get it; I
wish to lead you toward those festivals of light which have oil lamps that do not
know how to extinguish; I will teach you a holi where the colors will soar
within, where the gulal (color dust) will sprinkle within; I will make you
Master of moons and stars; I will make you the possessor of elixir. What you have taken as life till now is a
mere deception."
Where is the life yet?
for which I sing song!
Where is season of showers yet?
For which I spread over sky like a dark
cloud.
There
is really nothing at the moment. You
simply assume at the moment. What else
can you do if not to assume? You
explain to yourself, you console yourself.
Even when there is no glimpse of the season of showers, you close your
eyes and visualize a dream of a season of showers. Even where no flower is visible, you make up flowers out of
sky. At the moment you are busy in an
attempt to get blood out of turnips. If
you can listen to Dariya, then there can be a beginning of an authentic
life. And when you have heard it, do not
sit quietly. If Dariya's teaching gets
to your understanding, there are many more asleep; they too have to be
awakened.
Do not stay quiet my fellow ambassadors.
You too call out when I call out.
Just
like the way Dariya is awakening you.
When your eyes receive a little glint of ray of light, when your being
begins to have an echo of awakening arising, then you too call out. Because it happens many times that your
wakefulness becomes refined, becomes clear, becomes shiny - while awakening
someone else. You also become alert
when you call someone else. You also
gain understanding when you explain to someone else. Your complexities also get resolved when you attempt to show
someone else. You gain an insight to
your own problems when you resolve problems of someone else. Because the problems are the same, whether
they are yours or others' - problems have no difference. Problems are, of course, the same, doubts
are the same, life's turmoil are the same; there may be difference in quantity,
there is no difference in quality.
Therefore, even if a little something from a Sat Guru befalls into you
ear - do resound it. Resound it within
as well as without.
Do not stay quiet my fellow ambassadors.
You too call out when I call out.
These
are beautiful words of Dariya. They are
very simple as they are. They are not
much to explain, and yet they are very profound to understand.
Has a chain of imprisonments in life ever
changed just with death?
(No,) but it happens that chain changes.
What
really happens by dying? The chain of
events does not break. If the chain
would break then nirvana results. Then
what really does happen - we die so many times - only the shackles become
altered. An entrance is made from one
cell of prison to another cell of the prison - with the hope that now we are
free, now the sky belongs to us. Soon,
that hope too is shattered. Every
infant is born with hope and every old man dies with broken hopes. Every infant arrives full of elation, full
of enthusiasm. So much full of
enthusiasm, so much elation that now everything will come to pass - all that
never happened before. Take a peep into
the eyes of a child - to him it seems:
satiety would be attained, bliss would be attained, triumph would be
attained. Take a peep into the eyes of
an aged man; all dreams have been destroyed, all delusions have become demolished,
there is only dust of sadness settled in the eyes - now there is no hope, there
is no possibility. But this happens
again and again. This old man will die,
he will become a new child again, a new hope will sprout again. He will become an old man again, the hope
will die again.
Has a chain of imprisonments in life ever
changed just with death?
(No,) but it happens that chain changes.
However,
it happens many a time that a tremendous relief is felt by changing. Have you seen people carrying bier to
crematorium? They change shoulders on
the way. When they get tired of
carrying the bier on one shoulder, they put on the other shoulder. The burden does not diminish, but they get a
relief for a while. When they become
bored with one occupation, they change over to a different occupation. When they become bored of one denomination,
they join a different denomination.
When they become bored with one wife, they get married a second
time. But this is simply changing of
chains. This will really not break the
chain, it will not really break the series.
There is but one art for the series to break, that art is named nirvana.
There
are two meanings to the word nirvana.
One: for an oil lamp to
extinguish. Hence the term: nirvana of an oil lamp. When you have blown an oil lamp and the
light went out. Buddha has used this
word with much grandeur. He said,
"This too is precious. The day
when you will extinguish the oil lamp of your ego is the day of
nirvana." On one hand the oil lamp
of your ego went out and on the other the flame of divinity manifested
itself. Nirvana is when you
efface. All your hopes and aspirations
allow you not to efface; they say, "Wait a little longer. Who knows, it may become alright
tomorrow. Granted, it has not happened
till now, but then there is tomorrow also." And there is no tomorrow, it never comes, it never has come. But mind says, "There is tomorrow also. Wait a little longer, what is the rush? Let us try a little longer, let us go a
couple of more steps. Who knows, what
has not happened till now, may happen tomorrow." The same will happen tomorrow also, and the day after, the mind
keeps the hope alive every day. Mind
keeps you tied with a darn of hope - with a thin and weak darn. But you are such a weakling that these weak
darns have become chains. And these are
the darns that support ego to thrive.
Ego says, "I will do this, I will do that; this much wealth, this
much position, this much prestige."
Buddha said, "For ego to extinguish, to blow out ego" that is
one meaning.
The
second meaning of nirvana is to become desireless. Wherever the desires become null, there is nirvana. If ego is the flame for your pseudo life,
then desires are oil in the lamp to keep the flame burning. Both are simultaneous. Ego can't be without desires; desires can't
be without ego. Neither can there be
flame without oil, nor oil without wick.
An oil lamp can light up only when both oil and wick are present. Therefore, both meanings of nirvana are
significant - they are two aspects of the same meaning. The day nirvana happens, desires topple, oil
exhausted, flame of ego went out ... then the eternal life. Then you live in Brahman, then Brahmacharya
- conduct like Brahman is, then tthe life is divine.
Selfish idiots console with sampatti (wealth,) ...
'Selfish
idiots console with sampatti (wealth) ...' you idiots! what things are you consoling yourself
with! With fortune? You are blind that is why fortune is
visible. You are idiots that is why you
see fortune in wealth. Otherwise, you
would see misfortune in fortune. You
may accumulate all the wealth in the world, with that wealth worries would keep
increasing, anguish would keep increasing, anxiety of the mind would keep
increasing; but no glimpse of pleasure comes along, no spring arrives, nor the
flowers of bliss blossom, nor soundless-sound resounds within. What kind of sampatti is that.
Understand
the word 'sam.' It is a precious
word. The word samadhi
(super-consciousness) comes from it, the word samyakattva (the quality of being
in the middle) comes from it, the word samata (equanimity) comes from it, the
word sambodhi (enlightenment) comes from it, and so do the words sampada and
sampatti (wealth, fortune.) What brings
equanimity, what brings the milieu of samabhava (impartial view,) what destroys
the whole network of all the worries and thoughts within; is called sampatti;
that is what is called sampada. There
is not smapada (wealth) other than samadhi (super-consciousness.) Because there is samadhan (resolution) in
samadhi, there is throwing out of all worries.
There is an end to all pursuits.
There is letting go of all turmoil that goes on inside the mind.
We
ought to call something a wealth which helps to attain to such a state within
that is an ultimate void, peaceful, quiet, such that not even a single wave
would arise to make you restless. The
lake would be totally devoid of waves.
And if this is not what happens, then what you have thought of as
fortune is misfortune. And what you
have thought of as prosperity is desperation.
'Selfish
idiots console with sampatti (wealth) ... You have gotten lost,
forgotten - thinking what kind of things as fortune? You come empty handed, you leave empty handed. But in between you create much noise! Neither you bring anything, nor can you take
anything; everything remains behind - but heaven knows how many quarrels, how
much turmoil, how much hustle-bustle, how much grudge, how much hatred - for
something that would be left behind!
People become ready to kill or be killed. And to accumulate this very wealth - the so-called wealth - you
have made this your swarth (selfishness.)
You have made this your own (swa-) significance (arth.)
The
word 'swartha' too is lovely, it has become polluted - we have polluted some really
good words. Beautiful words do become
full of foul odor once they fall in hands of wrong people. The word 'swartha' too is very significant. 'Swa' plus 'artha'. Meaning of my own self. The one that is the meaning of my own self,
the feeling; that which is grace and dignity of my ''interiority''; that which is fragrance of my inner world is
the swartha. But that too has become
polluted. To call someone a 'swarthee'
is akin to calling him name. It is
because we have associated swartha with worthless things. Swartha is accumulating wealth, swartha is
having a rat-race for position. Swartha
is neither in wealth nor in position; swartha is in meditation, in devotion. In the search of divine lies swartha. Therefore, Dariya does say it right, 'you
are idiots; what kind of thing have you regarded as sampatti, what kind of
things have you regarded as swartha.'
Fell
into entanglement of bottomless
... and because of this delusion you are falling into a pit that has no bottom;
you have gotten entangled in such a web of dreams from which it would be
difficult to get out. It is very easy
to delve into some delusion, but to come out of a delusion becomes extremely
difficult. Why? Because a delusion starts with a tiny
error. Your are solving a problem in
mathematics, a small error is committed - instead of adding two and two to
four, you happen to add two and two to five - a tiny error, a huge error has
not happened; but from then on whatever you do, would continue to be incorrect. This tiny error would become a launching pad
for tens of millions of errors. And to
detect that error again would become more difficult day-by-day - because the
solution keeps expanding, it keeps getting bigger. How would you be able to detect this tiny error! And not many big mistakes have happened in
real life, they are some small mistakes such as this: you did not regard the real swartha as swartha, you took a false
swartha as swartha; you did not know the real sampada as sampada, you took a
false sampada as sampada; it is a rather small error - but a journey for life
after life then begins based on that one error. Delusion and then more delusions. One delusion leads to a second delusion, the second delusion
leads you to a third delusion; and then to return back to the original delusion
begins to become difficult. He is
reminding you of that original error.
Selfish idiots console with sampatti (wealth), fell into
entanglement of bottomless.
You get close to saints and escape, you
become covered again with lust and desires.
Once
in a while a moment in your life comes when you reach some Sat Guru ... You
get close to saints and escape ... but you don't stick around. No one wants to see his errors.
Try
to understand this.
No
one in this world wants to believe this, "Mistake! me!!" Your ego gets struck with it, your ego gets
wounded, pus begins to ooze, hidden wounds get revealed, no one wants to know,
"I have erred." And saints have nothing else of offer but to tell you
that you have erred. And not only one,
he may show you your thousand errors.
They may reveal a web of your errors before you from all around
you. You, on the other hand, like to be
with those people who would flatter you, who praise you.
Saints
can’t possibly praise you. There is not
yet anything worth praising. The spring
has not yet arrived, what spring can he sing about? The clouds have not spread in the sky yet, what rainy-season can
he sing about? Your are full of nothing
but thorns. But you wish people to say,
"Wow, what flowers are blooming, what fragrance is permeating!" You wish all kinds of lies that support your
ego. That is the only reason why
flattery is such a practical thing. And
suck-ups seem to be so successful. You
wish that someone should butter-up your ego.
This can't simply happen with saints.
And wherever this is happening, keep in mind that no saint is
there. You made an offering of a couple
of pennies and a saint petted you profusely on your back saying, "Don't be
worried, I am writing this letter addressed to God; special arrangements in
paradise would happen;" or you had a temple constructed and a saint
intoned, "Wow, you are benefactor, you are a crown-Jewel among
benefactors, you are a great beneficent."
These are all suck-ups. They are
strengthening your ego. If there is any
hell any where, they are shoving you toward hell. But this is what your so-called saints have been doing for
centuries - flattery, sycophancy.
An
authentic Sat Guru will, on the other hand, shatter your dreams, he will jolt
you. An authentic Sat Guru will fall
upon your head like a hammer, he will demolish you. Your head has to be demolished, your ego has to be demolished,
the web of your delusions has to be carved out. An authentic saint is like a surgery. And that is why this often happens, you get close to saints
and escape ... if you even meander near some saint by mistake, you
escape. And even in escaping, a man has
to invent some reasons after all. If
you escape all of a sudden just like that then that would be an insult in your
own eyes. So, a man invents reasons
that nothing was there, that things were not correct, that they were not in
accordance with scriptures. A man
created thousands of semblance of reasons!
And the purpose of all reasons in semblance is: so you can get help in escaping.
Remember
one thing: in the proximity of a Sat
Guru you will be hurt. An arrow will
pierce your heart. Also blood will
spill, wounds will be sustained, much pain will happen. But that is the pain that results in a
rebirth. That pain is the labor pain,
do not escape it. If you are lucky
enough to find someone who will eradicate your head, then do place your head on
that threshold. If you find such
compassionate person somewhere who even eradicates you, then do not show
cowardice, do not run away. Don't
become an escapist then; don't shield yourself somehow by inventing semblance
of reasons then. This instinct to
shield yourself is quite natural. That
is why Dariya reminds you - you get close to saints and escape. Even when people come they run away, they
run away again and again. They get hold
of untrue again and again. Untrue is
familiar, it is acquainted. You have
become quite adept with untrue. With
true you have to start learning from a, b, c.
And nobody wants to learn, because learning seems difficult.
No
person wants to start new chapters in life.
And with Sat Guru the entire life would become like a new chapter. The old book would be tossed into fire. The story has to be rewritten and it has to
be written from a, b, c. The ones who
have that much courage, the ones who have that much boldness - irrationality -
the ones who are willing to take that much risk, only they are able to come to
Sat Gurus and rest. Many do come, they
escape. And again let me remind you
that the ones who run away don't just run away like that - they justify to
themselves in every way possible as to why they should run away. Running away was essential. The place itself was wrong. It was not even religion. Thus explaining to themselves, calming themselves
they keep their ego protected.
Do
you have an idea of religion as to what religion is? Do you have idea as to what truth is? Do you have idea as to what divinity is? You don't even have an idea about
anything. How do you make a
decision! An honest man, seeker of
truth would not make a decision. He
would say, "I will experiment, I will experience, only experience would be
decisive." If some person somewhere
would shine in eyes - he may then stop, he would wager his life. If there is no truth it would come into his
experiencing, it would come to his hand.
If there would be no truth, that too would be beneficial - at least this
much would become clear as to what is untruth.
It would become convenient now to skirt untruth. A seeker of truth does not suffer a loss
even with a wrong experiment, he only benefits. Because if you know what untrue is, then it becomes easy to
comprehend what true is.
And,
I like to say to you that whenever someone reflects upon his long journey at
the end of his life, he is surprised.
The ones who were true helped, and the ones who were untrue also
helped. The ones who were truthful
helped in arriving and the ones who were liars also paved the way. Liars gave the ability to recognize untrue,
truthful gave the ability to recognize truth.
And both abilities are essential.
Only then one is able to arrive.
No
complaint remains toward life's end.
There is gratitude toward good, there is gratitude toward evil. There is gratitude toward saints, there is
gratitude toward pseudo-saints. There
is a feeling of gratitude for all toward life's end. Thorns taught, flowers also taught. Dark nights imparted a lot, bright days also imparted a lot. All imparted. In the end, a person can attain to the ultimate truth only after
exposing himself to all.
To
lose way is not necessarily bad, to lose way is an essential part on the path
to arrive. Hence, a seeker of truth
does not run away, he does not become an escapist.
You get close to saints and escape, you
become covered again with lust and desires.
People
run away from saints in a hurry. And
after running away what would they do?
Because if the meeting with saint happens even by an accident, by
coincidence, with no reason - even so his shadow begins to haunt you. His eyes leave an imprint in your eyes. And, his voice becomes a part of your inner
voice somewhere. He begins to call out
for you even from deep within you.
Dariya speaks of nirvana.
Dodging is not possible. Then
there is only one measure possible to dodge - go and get drowned into
debauchery. Get drunk, or to indulge in
sex, or wealth, or intoxicants - to run yourself in any blind desire, to drown
yourself so that whatever little glimpse that has befallen into your being may
not arrest you. Having run away from
saints, people tend to drown themselves yet more deeply into passions. This seems to be the only escape route.
Lost in intoxicants, why grieve now;
parrot repents having struck at silk-cotton flower.
But,
people will repent much this way. And,
they will repent when the opportunity of a lifetime would have escaped. When the time would have flown away. Lost
in intoxicants, why grieve now ... people repent at the time of death. But then it has become too late. They lie on death-bed and repent. But then what can be done? Pseudo, empty scholars have found a way for
such people who repent like that. They
have stated, "Just recite the name 'Rama' at the time of death. Liberation would happen just by
that." To be in service of Ravana
for the whole life and then to recite Rama's name at the time of death. There must be a limit to deception! Embrace darkness for the entire life and
just recite the name of flame at the time of death - why? What else could you do, acquaintance you
have is with darkness, you can't possibly remember flame - you can only recite
its name. To babble words like
"light, light, light" at the time of death, to experience darkness
for your entire life and then too you would be liberated! Such cheats, such deceptive people have
positioned themselves as your gurus.
And you are the cause. Because
that is what you wish.
You
wish that there should be no obstacle whatever, while living in darkness and be
able to just recite a name at death!
And, it often happens, you yourself would not be able to recite name,
because death does not arrive with an advance notice - it does not send you
summons in advance that says, 'I am arriving tomorrow,' death just arrives all
of a sudden, unexpectedly. There is no
opportunity even for a moment to get your sleeping bag etc. ready or to become
prepared. Will you not even be able to
recite name by yourself? No, you won'
be able to do it yourself. Some other
scholar or priest would trickle holy water from Ganges in your mouth - the
water that comes in bottles. Some
scholar or priest will recite gayatri-mantra or namokar-mantra in the ears of a
dying man ... "I go to the feet of Awakened One, I go to the feet of the
commune of the Awakened One, I go to feet of the ultimate truth of the Awakened
one." You would never say with
your own lips, now some other lips are saying it in your ears - he is also not
saying it for himself, he himself does not have to go to the feet of Awakened
One, he is sending you. And you are
going to the feet of death; now where are the feet of Awakened One? You probably won't even be able to hear
it. Perhaps this voice may sound
distant ... "What is this nonsensical talk going on? Who is saying this? Some noise is happening!" You are sinking, you are scattering all over
and someone is reciting gayatri-mantra or namokar mantra or Bhaktambara. Do revolutions in life happen like
that? It is like you are starving to
death and someone is reading recipes of delicious foods from gourmet cook-book
in your ear. Revolutions in life don't
happen like that. But we are cheats, we
are fraudulent, we are deceptive; so we are able to find men in accordance with
our deception, who are ready to defraud us.
Lost
in intoxicants, why grieve now
- heaven knows how many different kinds of intoxicants you were lost in -
intoxication of wealth, intoxication of position and heaven knows how may
intoxications were there - how may intoxications you stayed drowned in, now at
the time of death you are getting into thought process. Now it has become too late. It is late as ... parrot repents having
struck at silk-cotton flower ... silk-cotton tree has flower, which gives
the appearance of a fruit and parrot strikes it with its beak thinking it is
fruit. But as soon as it strikes with
its beak, there is nothing in the silk-cotton flower but cotton; with the
impact of beak the cotton flies away into winds, it scatters into winds, parrot
gets nothing. That is how your life
is. Parrot repents having struck at
silk-cotton flower. You may strike with beak, cotton will disperse, you
will get nothing. Later you can sit and
repent! And then a new life, and then
you will repeat the same old mistakes over and over again. Because our memory is very feeble.
If
I ask you today - today is thirty-first of January - what did you do an year
ago, on thirty-first of January last year?
Will you be able to recall and tell?
Nothing will come to mind, nothing at all will come to mind. So far not many days have gone by, just an
year has gone by. You can't even say thirty-first of January never
happened last year. Thirty-first of
January did happen, you too were there, and something or the other must have
happened - something or the other must have happened from morning till evening
- you might have called someone name, yoou might have quarrelled with someone,
you might have made friendship with someone, some defeat, some victory, some
turmoil must have happened - but nothing comes to mind this day. It seems totally flat, blank. But you will be surprised that if you are
hypnotized into unconsciousness and you are asked in the state of hypnosis,
"Speak, what happened on thirty-first of January last year?" Then you would be able to give account in
vivid detail of every single thing that happened from when you woke up in the
morning till you went to sleep in the evening.
You will be able to say small, little things like when you had tea in
the morning it was cold; when you had vegetable that day they had too much salt
... even the dreams you had that night will come to your mind. Ordinarily, you remember nothing but in a
state of hypnosis information begin to surface from your
sub-consciousness. Sub-consciousness
keeps everything archived.
When
this is the state of affairs for something only a year ago, what if someone
asked you what you did in previous life?
You will simply stop after shaking your hand, you would say, "What
life? I have no recollection, I don't
even know whether it was there?"
But there are some intense techniques of hypnosis by which you can be induced
to recall as to what you did in your previous life, as to what decision you had
taken at the time of your death, as to how much you repented while lying on
your death-bed, "I will not run after wealth, I will not run after
position any more. Enough is enough., I
have understood everything!" But
those things have been forgotten since, heaven knows when. It is too late. Everything is forgotten, lock stock and barrel, during the months
while in womb. The old worldly things
started once again, the same old worldly things started once again.
This
is rather far-fetched. Think of your
experience of the recent past. You
determined in the evening that you absolutely have to wake up at four in the
morning, you are to meditate at the crack of dawn - you take an oath that no
matter what happens today, you will get up - it is a matter of life and death;
you wind an alarm clock. And at four in
the morning you are the one who turns off the alarm, you turn over and go back
to sleep. And when you would wake up at
eight, you would repent and say, "How did this happen? Who turned off the alarm?" And then you are reminded that there is no
one other than you in the room; you must be the one who turned it off - so even
if you remember ... you would be more surprised, "This is amazing, because
I had determined that I will get up. So
why did I turn off the alarm?" And
now you are repenting. And you will
determine the same next day and the same will happen. It keeps happening through out life.
A
man said to me, "I have had plans to quit smoking for thirty years, but it
does not drop. Now, please show me a
way." I said, "More harm has
come because of this planning for thirty years to quit than by smoking. If you were smoking you should have kept
smoking. It was not something of an
achievement that you were making - you inhaled smoke, you exhaled it, inhaled
it, exhaled it - you were not really doing some great work, which you would
have had to toil for thirty years for quitting; neither there was anything worth
keeping hold of nor there was anything worth dropping, inhaled smoke, exhaled
it, there was no art in it. Why did you
try to quit this for thirty year? He
became very puzzled. He said, "No
matter which ascetic or saint I go to, he says, 'Take an oath more forcefully,
take a vow, take a vow before God that you will not smoke any more.'"
I
said to him, "I want to have you take an oath only of one thing. The experience of thirty year is enough, now
don't waste time, now drop this matter completely. If you wish to smoke, smoke; if you don't want to smoke, don't
smoke - but give up this vow to quit.
And let me tell you this, there is no sin in smoking cigarette. Neither you are murdering someone nor are
you spilling someone's blood, nor are you picking someone's pocket - if you are
hurting anyone it is yourself. At
least, it is every man's right to hurt himself. And you won't live seventy years, you live a couple or four years
less - so what is the problem? What
would you have accomplished by living for seventy years? As it is, there is much crowd here any
way. So, if the world is relieved of
you four years earlier, it is not any problem."
He
began to say, "What are you saying?
There is no sin in it?"
I
said, "Sin? Not at all; it is only
stupidity. To inhale smoke, to exhale
smoke - you may regard that as a technique of pranayama. If you do not want to do it in fresh air,
that is your choice! Otherwise you can
do it in fresh air. Fresh air is
distributed free of charge. You sit in
the morning and take a deep breath, you exhale a deep breath. But you want to do it with smoke, so do it
with smoke. No sin is being committed,
it is just that you are stupid, you are unwise, there is nothing else.
You
would be surprised to know that he was not cross with those who told him, 'you
are a sinner.' By my saying, 'you are
stupid' he became so cross with me that he never came back. He tells people, "He did not behave
nicely with me.' Now you think about
it! You call someone a sinner, he does
not mind. Because it is religious
jargon: sin, meritorious work. If you
call someone stupid it hurts his ego. And the truth is that there is no sin
other than stupidity. And there is no meritorious
work other than wisdom. Awareness is
meritorious, unconsciousness is sin.
How
can you recall the decision that you took in previous life, when you can't even
change anything in this life while making so much effort again and again? How can you recall that at the time of death
you died repenting? And this just
hasn't happened once or twice, it has happened many times, it has happened
innumerable times. The same mistake
again. It is a circle. It is a grindstone that keeps on revolving.
Lost in intoxicants, why grieve now;
parrot repents having struck at silk-cotton flower.
There is no friend nor companion at time
of death, when you surrender your hand to angel of death.
Neither
any scholar or priest would accompany you, nor any scripture or principle, nor
any temple or mosque, nor any kith or kin.
There is no friend nor companion at time of death.
The flip side of life was death.
The life flipped and that was it.
Death
is but the flip side of life. You were
facing this way, your face got turned around that way. You were in this body, you got into that
body. And it is only you who can do
something - someone else can do nothing.
It is your flip side. And there
is no master of your flip side other than you.
There
is no friend nor companion at time of death. In the moment of
death you are all alone. And that alone
is your individuality. You are also
quite alone in the moment of birth. Do
properly understand that aloneness of yours for that is your nature. Friends, loved ones, family, crowd are all
means to keep yourself forgotten, to keep yourself distracted; means to drown
out your aloneness. However, your
aloneness can simply be not eradicated.
You are alone. And all those
relationships here are but coincident as between river and boat. They are coincidental.
I did not come to your door
Only the road took turn!
Gained momentum, I started; to halt on
the way was forbidden,
The path was unseen, surrounding unknown,
companion was altogether unheard of!
To move as moon and sun, not knowing
whether night or day,
How I and you got together - it is hard
to say even to this day!
Body didn't ask to be embraced,
Mind itself united!
I did not come to your door
Only the road took turn!
Seeing my wings flop and flow, even vine
thrived,
Hiding face behind shawl of leaf, bud
also smiled,
For a moment wings stopped taking that as
a moment of rest,
But storm came with all its forces having
become a mighty clash!
Tree branch swung but broke not
Although the bird had flown away!
I did not come to your door
Only the road took turn!
How
have we gotten together? How has this
meeting taken place, someone is a husband, someone a wife; someone a father and
someone a mother; some a son, a brother, a sister; someone a friend, some a
foe? Everything is coincidence. Absolutely coincidence. Who is yours here and who is stranger? Traveling on way, some fellow-travellers
have gotten together, they have joined hands.
They are lonesome and you are lonesome also; neither they want to be
lonesome nor do you want to be lonesome; that is why you have joined hands. What are all the means have we invented to
forget that, 'I am lonesome?' And this
is a matter that may be forgotten, it can’t be erased. Death will, for sure, uncover it. Death will, for sure, shatter all these
deceits.
There is no friend nor companion at time
of death, when you surrender your hand to angel of death.
And
when death will get hold of your neck, then you will find out, 'Oh! there is
neither a friend nor companion.' You
will also discover that there never was a friend nor a companion. You were just alone, you just deluded
yourself of being with crowd. If only
you would have understood from the very beginning, then sannyas would have
happened.
What
is the meaning of sannyas?
Sannyas
does not mean to escape to jungle, sannyas does not mean to renounce household
etc., sannyas means the clear understanding, 'My aloneness is eternal.' This experience, 'I am alone, and there is
absolutely no other way than for me to be alone; aloneness is my nature, I may
deny, I may slip it off my memory - I can't eradicate it!' The one who has assented, accepted his
aloneness in its totality is a sannyasin.
And
sannyas is a revolution in life, it is a transformation. With advent of sannyas the path of travel to
death takes turn, it turns toward immortal.
One does not have to run away from market place. However, an aversion with market place
happens and an affinity for divinity happens.
It
happens at the same spot you are at.
Only those who have this notion that they are connected tend to run
away.
Someone
said to me,"I have come having left my household, now I will not go
back. You are the one who explains that
neither there is wife, nor husband, nor son, nor mother - now why do you send
me home?" He has taken sannyas
initiation. So I said to him, "It
is good, now go home." He said,
"You ... and tell me to go home!
Neither there is mother, nor father, nor wife, nor husband - why then is
the need to go home?" , I said, "When there is absollutely no one,
then what is the fear in going? Is wife
yours or isn't she?" He felt a
little uneasy. If he says, 'she is,'
then I would say, 'go!.' If he says,
'no, she isn't' then I would say, 'so why fret, go!' He said, "You have put me into confusion."
When
they go to their wives, then people assume that they are theirs. When they run away from their wives, then
too people assume that they are theirs.
The one who knows does not even run!
The one who knows simply awakens.
However, his view point transforms - wherever he is, whatever his is,
that is what he is. That transformation
of view point is named sannyas.
And
if you can remember your aloneness, then will you go to mountains for
seclusion! Wherever you are you have
your inner cave where you can rest and your seclusion is there. And such seclusion that never got
interrupted, such seclusion that is eternally virgin, no foot prints have
befallen on it.
Now-a-days,
it is difficult to spot virgin snow even on Himalayas, man's foot prints have
befallen. Now-a-days, it is difficult
to search out seclusion even on moon.
I
have heard: When American astronauts
got to moon the first time, they were really surprised. They saw a big crowd of Indians, a market is
full of them ... akin to Kumbha fare etc. 'What is the matter,' they became much shocked. They said, "How did you make it to this
place?" They replied, "Why,
we have no trouble getting here - we just kept climbing one on top of the
other. There is no need for even a
space rocket. We have so much crowd,
'Govinda here ye come ... ,' we started standing one on top of another. That is how we got to moon."
Now-a-days,
there is no virgin land even on moon.
No, if any virgin flowers blossom, it is just in your inner shrine. Now, if you can search any seclusion
anywhere, it is only there. And the
interesting part of that seclusion is this: you never have to travel even an
inch. You close your eyes and you are
there.
The picture of Beloved is in the mirror
of heart,
Whenever I bend my neck forward, I see
Him.
And
once you begin to understand the nectar of your seclusion, then you begin to
get His glimpse from all around.
Every melodious sound gave invitation to
search only Him.
Every musical instrument only sounded of
Him always.
Once
you discover the inner music of within, discover the music of seclusion, then
the chirping of birds, blowing of the winds through trees, coming down of the
water-falls from mountains, showers from the clouds on tin-roof - and you will
be amazed; it never dawned on you before, that it was only His voice, that this
is only His resonance of Veda, that these are only His Upnishads, that this is
only His Koran!
Every melodious sound gave invitation to
search only Him.
Every musical instrument only sounded of
Him always.
Later,
then His remembrance begins to become more intensified. If you come to recognize that the relations
here are all bogus, then with that very recognition you come to know that your
relation with Him are true.
Why
shouldn't the sadness about you remain hidden?
Pray,
tell me who in the world is a match for you?
How
can your rememberance erase? How can
the pangs of separation erase?
Why
shoulldn't the sadness about you remain hidden?
Pray,
tell me who in the world is a match for you?
When
it becomes clear that all the relationships here prove to be kind of shallow,
kind of without substance, kind of incidental, then the relationship with the
One come to mind with Whom the relationship is eternal, of Whom we are a part,
in Whom we are rooted, Who is the life of our lives, Who is the being of our
beings. Later, not only life reminds of
Him, death also reminds only of Him.
Later, not only a flower in bloom reminds of Him, a falling dry leaf
also reminds of Him. Because only He
blooms and He withers away. Springs are
His and so are autumns. Oases are His
and so are deserts.
What
is life itself, it is hard to say for 'Fanee.'
But
death is what brings awareness of life.
Then
again, when consciousness begins to awaken, don't even talk about life, even
death seems as awakening in Him. Even
death does not seem like an obliteration.
May be body is leaving, ego is leaving, mind is leaving - but us! We are continuously being more, we are
continuously expanding. We continuously
keep extending. Boundaries are
shattering, earthenware pot is breaking but the one that was concealed within
the earthenware pot is merging in the entire span of vast sky.
Mother,
father, wife, husband; may all look on while angel of death extracts life.
All
will be left gawking - may it be mother, may it be father, may it be wife, may
it be husband - all will be left gawking.
It won't be obvious when death will come; even foot steps will not be
heard - when it will extract life.
Awaken! awaken before death comes. Before that happens; deeper you let this
truth sink in you the better.
O
pilgrim! What kind of arrogance you have. Be not deceived by destination.
This
path is unending, there ain't no destination on this path.
All
run a rat-race here and fall into graves.
Other than grave, no one ever gets anywhere here. Poor men get there, rich men too get there.
Sinners get there, virtuous too get there.
The ones anonymous get there, the ones who are renowned also get
there. All fall into graves.
O
pilgrim! What kind of arrogance you
have. Be not deceived by destination.
O
traveller! what ego are you engrossed into?
Don't get misguided by destinations.
This
path is unending, there ain't no destination on this path.
There
is just path and path. It is like an ox
pulling oil mill, it goes round and round and round, gets nowhere. Don't be in delusion, there is no destination
here. Destination is within you, not
without. Master is within you, not
without. And you do run outward! The wealth is within, you search for it
outside! Super-consciousness is within,
you extend your begging sack outside.
O
pilgrim! What kind of arrogance you
have. Be not deceived by destination.
This
path is unending, there ain't no destination on this path.
All
riches you bury deep here, it will be left here in its containers.
No
matter how much riches you bury here, no matter how deep you bury it, you
wouldn't be able to carry it. It will
stay buried in the very jugs, it will be left behind.
You
are carried out of edifice, the encampment is in jungle, ... So, as one breathes one 's last, people
will lift you and carry outside the edifice.
Carry you toward jungle.
You are carried
out of edifice, the encampment is in jungle; gathering together in courtyard they cry!
Sure,
people will assemble together in courtyard and cry a little. But, don't be deceived even with that
crying. They are not crying for you, do
remember, they are crying for themselves.
Wife is not crying, because the husband died; wife is crying because she
turned into a widow. Wife is crying because who would win bread or earn living. Wife is crying because, 'Who shall I depend
on?' Her security is demolished. Wife is crying because, 'what is in my
future?' When you cry on someone's
death bed, carefully watch a little:
are you really crying on his death, or are you crying because of pang of
vacuum that got created - he had occupied a place within you and that became
empty? And you will always find the
same: you are crying for yourself.
Upnishads
say: neither someone loves her husband,
nor someone loves his wife. Wife loves
herself, husband loves himself. Every person
here is exploiting one another. Of
course, we have given sweet nomenclature.
We have decorated the thorns of exploitation with many beautiful colors.
People
will cry together in courtyard for a while.
Lifting
bedstead placing on shoulders
... on one hand people would be crying and then people would carry after
lifting bedstead. They don't let it
remain for long.
Going
outside, they give flame
... and after carrying body clear outside town they place it on fire. The same body which you had protected every
which way, how much it used to hurt with the slightest prick of a thorn and how
it used to scorch as soon as you go near fire, how uneasiness you used to feel
if the sun were slightest brighter than usual - that same body, that same
lovely body!!
Whenever
a bhikshu would take initiation with Buddha, he would say to him, "First
go and stay at crematorium for three months." "Why?"
naturally someone would say, "we have come to do satsang with you,
not to go live in crematorium!"
Buddha would say, "Satsang can only happen after that. First, simply sit at crematorium for the
three months, keep watching what happens with a witnessing attitude." They had to stay.
People
would come during day - from morning till evening, at night - people kept
coming at crematorium - corpses kept blazing - a person would keep watching
while seated. Three months, just think
about it. You will see everyday. You met this man on the way yesterday, today
he has died! This woman had given me
food only yesterday, I had gone to her house to beg for alms, she has
died! These people keep dying every
day! And people bring them, put them on
fire, ash remains behind ... 'this will become my finale also.,' how long could
you overlook this fact? Three months is
a long time. This thing would have to
be on your mind, this thorn would have to pierce you, this arrow would have to
go deep, this would have to wound your chest like a spear -'this is likely to
be my finale also.'
And
until a remembrance comes to some person that death is an unavoidable, sure
step in life; one does not attain to destination, one only attains to
death. Until this fact does not come to
remembrance to someone properly, religion in one's life remains but a
formality. Sometime he has the
recitation of Satyanarayana's epic! A
mention is made in the neighborhood, 'the man is religious.' In the story of Satyanarayana there is
neither satya (truth) nor Narayana (divinity.)
Nobody listens nor does anyone has anything to do with it. Sometimes someone has a fire ceremony
performed; or when a big fortune comes at hand, one has a sacrificial act
done. These are all formalities. With these ego gets decorated with a few
ornaments also, a few flower garlands adorn your neck, but they have nothing to
do with religion. The connection with
religions begins only when the surety of your death lay so heavy with you -
like a heavy boulder on chest such that it would not even bulge when you try to
remove it, it would not be forgotten when you try to forget it; when death would
follow you like a shadow twenty-four hours.
O
my lover, far away!
How
I wish my imprisoned songs,
Could reach you all the way
And - you could see my eyes
Wherein confined are my dreams
Of being with you.
How I wish I could say
This love-letter from my heart
Always and always
'Ask these mountains -
If they could testify'
Today even corner of their eyes
Are moist!
Or if the winds of these mountains
Could only reach there.
Perhaps they could say
The tale of an eager heart
That belongs to you ...
It belonged to you.
Alas! without you
'Tis like branch of a tree!
Cruel storm took away,
Lightening secure in cloud's embrace.
Soon after a bud plucked away from its
bush
Or a suffering fish
Dropped on hot bed of sand.
Death
will come. It already is coming.
Cruel storm took away,
Lightening secure in cloud's embrace.
Soon after a bud plucked away from its
bush
Or a suffering fish
Dropped on hot bed of sand.
Soon
a time will come when you will be like a fish suffering on a bed of send or you
will be like a flower severed from a tree branch. That storm is not far, it is continuously approaching. We get closer to death day-by-day. Every moment of ours brings us nearer and
nearer to death. Remember it, remember
it again and again, for this very remembrance will become knock on the door of
religion in your life.
After
skin burns the ashes blow in wind
...people will carry away, will place on bier.
This skin will burn away, dust will blow in the wind. For four days they talk enlightenment
... and the ones who have gone back having cremated you will even talk about a
little enlightenment for four days.
People
often do it. They go to crematorium, a
corpse is burning and the people from village who have come -ones who had to
come - they have to come, otherwise who would come for them? It is all a matter of give and take. You accompany others, others will accompany
you - otherwise you will rot, you will die like a dog, no one will accompany
you to crematorium. So, people have to
come, they have come dropping thousands of business at hand! They get seated and discuss enlightenment,
they discuss Brahman.
I
have been fond of going to crematorium from the very childhood. No matter who dies, I would just
follow. However, I used to get amazed
that while a man is burning over there, and people are gossiping behind the
back. Gossip of different kinds. Someone is discussing a film that is
currently running in the village. You
would say, That is a gossip of
irreligious sort!' And someone else is
discussing Brahman. He is saying,
"Atman is immortal. Aatman has no
death.' But I say unto you, they are
both gossips. The man discussing film
may even be true somewhat - he might have seen the film - but the gentleman who
is discussing Brahman and speaking of the immortality of Aatman is absolutely
lying, he has no idea whatever. He
knows neither of Aatman nor of its immortality.
So,
why do people sit at crematorium and talk about these things?
They
talk about these things because that is a way to erase the death that has taken
place from the mind. That may not
sting. That man who has dies, let him
die; don't remind of him again and again.
Flames are blazing right in front, may it not reflect the blazing flames
of oneself! May his death not remind of
one's own death! The life has got to go
on, business has got to run, the child is still growing up - the child has yet
to be sent to school for education. 'I
have recently married, let us put aside death, let us keep eyes shut.' All these discussions that go on at crematorium
is a way to ward off death. And then
people would discuss even at home for two to four days. They would come for visit, take a seat and
much discussion about Brahman takes place.
Someone has to die at someone's house and you can observe people coming
for visit, 'Aatman is immortal, the deceased was very virtuous person, and he
must have gone to heaven' ... They seek consolation through this. But this is just a matter of two to four
days.
Again the creature is entangled in
livelihood, and has erased from memory even vestige of him.
This
wisdom etc. is a matter of two to four days, then comes occupation. After all, how long would you be entangled
in it? This discussion of essence is
okay for two to four days.
Do you read book etc. all day long,
What kind of sculptor are you, you don't
sculpt?
Do I hear you say no equipment is found?
As many as the colors in flowers and
leaves,
Those pearls that are molded in all those
straws,
Moon, planets, stars plant seed of light.
In whom awaken and sleep dawn and dusk,
Whose brilliance submerges into
lightening,
Whose dustiness flourishes into spring,
Who has silently blossomed in golden
jasmine,
Who has poured out his fragrance into
flower garland,
Who has swayed in silver swing.
Who has spread himself among waves as
rhythmic dancing steps,
Who sobbed as pangs in lonely hours.
Whose bashful rose-like cheeks turned
crimson,
Whose eyelids like petals of jasmine
became misty.
Soft hands of marigold became yellow,
Very loose are the agitating brassiere of
night
Gather all of it, there is more left yet,
O Sake! there is much fragrance in old
flowers yet.
Whatever you gather is but dream,
Only what you give away is your own.
When you implant hand in hundreds of
molds,
When gold will melt in hundreds of fires.
Then only the emptiness of one crack gets
filled,
Then the attraction of one beauty will be
refined.
With a blast only one drop gets filtered,
One idol is created but in the entire
life-time.
What cleanses all the garbage of within
What gives shape to the shapeless
time-period
Wherein all the disciplines are contained
What makes the history of every
time-period.
Wherein the colors of dream come alive
Blotches on poets breasts become
prominent
How
long will you keep engrossed into books?
Do you read book etc. all day long,
What kind of sculptor are you, you don't
sculpt?
This
life is an opportunity that a sculpture can be shaped. And try to understand the art of shaping the
sculpture of life, its logic.
Whatever you gather is but dream,
Only what you give away is your own.
If
you wish to know what love is, then give love freely; you will come to know
love. And if you wish to know what
ecstasy is, then give ecstasy freely; you will come to know ecstasy. And if you wish to know what divine is, then
give divine freely; you will come to know divine.
Whatever you gather is but dream,
Only what you give away is your own.
However,
people are busy gathering. Later, death
will snatch everything. Do give away
some too, do distribute some too. Some
song, some music, some dance - make this earth a little beautiful. Create some with this opportunity of life
which is bestowed.
Only
a creative person I call a true sannyasin.
I don't call your so-called sannyasins who have established themselves
by rubbing ash etc. and lighting smoke-fire.
Lazy, disabled, helpless. Not
one song has spurted out of them, not one bud blossomed to a flower. Their entire system of discipline is to
shrink, whereas the real discipline is to expand, to extend. Gain vastness. Fill this entire sky with your ecstasy. Hum. This whole existence
is waiting for your humming.
And
do it before you die. Let not this
happen that death comes and you are not even able to hum your song. Death comes and you are not able to give
shape to your sculpture. Death comes
and you are but empty. You have to
avoid an awful day such as that.
Again the creature is entangled in
livelihood, and has erased from memory even vestige of him.
He
forges all after four days; the one who has died, has died. There are thousand things to do - who is
sitting idle for those who die, who would keep thinking?
'People! let us spend, eat and make
merry,' thus speak many egoists.
This
is how people have been drowning. They
don't learn even from someone else's death.
They keep repeating their old phrases:
'Eat, drink and be merry! The
life spans but for a few days - do enjoy!
Eat, drink!" Idiotic
statements like this have drowned, no one know, how many people. Do not let this happen that they also drown
you.
Wind kept playing
Flute in bamboo grove
Melody kept resonating
In the heart cove
Water of stupidity is imprisoned
In the lake of 'me - my'
Wisdom sitting at the shore
Kept making wave
By tossing pebble of sun-beam
At the enthronement of intelligence
In auspicious moment of moderation
God of wealth kept giving away
Gold of consciousness
By both fistfuls
With
therapy by time
What
wound would not heal
It
kept smearing spirit
With
forgetfulness
A
veteran physician of gods
Time
does heal all wounds.
With
therapy by time
What
wound would not heal
It
kept smearing spirit
With
forgetfulness
A
veteran physician of gods
Time,
the physician does heal every wound. Do
make use of wound before it heals. Do
not miss an opportunity when some one, a loved one, dies. You can transform his death into a
blessing. A curse can become a blessing
if you awaken and an awareness of your own death begins to dawn on you.
They
can take Sat Guru's words
as truth ... and only by those people truth will be seen by whom truth in
death has been seen first. Dariya
says do study devotion ... and only those people would be able to
comprehend scriptures on devotion. The
ones by whom death has been seen, will have no difficulty in having recognition
with Sat Guru. And the ones who have
had recognition with Sat Guru will instantaneously comprehend scriptures on
devotion. Because, with an exception of
love, every thing in this universe is mortal.
Love is the only deathlessness in this universe. The ones who intend to transcend death will
have to do so with love as the bridge.
Love is the staircase that takes one from death to deathlessness. However,
only some Sat Guru can explain this staircase of love. Only some Sat Guru can give key to this
love.
They
can take Sat Guru's words as truth.
Dariya says do study devotion.
With
error and delusions you miss root, when again will you find such life?
Don't
miss. Don't lose the essence of life in
delusions. Don't be entangled amidst leaves and more leaves, get hold of the
root. Who knows when you will attain
such life again? And even if you attain
life, Sat Guru may or may not be
found! If Sat Guru too is found, an
intense awareness of death may or may not happen!
Wealth,
sampatti, elephants and horses
... they all will be left ... at death - on end will not go with you ...
none is likely to go with you.
Mother,
father, son, woman, relatives
... all relations will be left here itself ... they all will
??pamvar(probably) forget you ... they will even forget you. They will not even think about you. After all they have many other things! They will not just rest in your remembrance
and spend their lives. They, with their
eyes, have to see some thing else also, they won't just fill them with tears
and keep sitting! They have to have
their own life. They have to invent
their own delusions. They have to
fulfill their own dreams.
Do
draw some conclusion from Dariya's last sutras.
First,
be aware of death with the most intensity.
Secondly, when there is intense awareness, to meet with Sat Guru is not
difficult. When a meeting with Sat Guru
happens, don't escape. Mind will drive
you away. Mind will explain, "Let
us go from here, there is danger here."
Its death will be seen by mind.
Ego will scrounge a thousand arguments, "Don't stoop, why stoop
before any one, why go to any one's feet?" And a relationship with Sat Guru is established only for the one
who is surrendered. A relationship is
not established for the one who is not surrendered.
When
a relationship with Sat Guru is established, don't just stop with that. Digest what he has said, ponder it, meditate
over it (nididhyasan??). Let the sutras
of love that he has given become poetry in your life. Then a revolution can happen, a grand revolution can happen. The lotus of nirvana can blossom in your
life also. Dariya speaks of nirvana.
Enough
for today.
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