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nor in the future.

If it is, it is now; otherwise it never is.

Hence it can be known, because it can be lived,

there is no need to think about it.

In fact, those who would think about it will miss it.

Because the movement of thought is also only of the past

or in the future;

thought is not in the present.

Thought too is a companion of death.

In other words, thought is dead,

there is no element of life in it.

Aliveness is always in the present – it is the present.

Its manifestation is now, absolutely now;

here, absolutely here.

Hence, there is no thinking about life,

there is only experiencing.

Not an experience, but experiencing.

Experience means, it has already happened;

experiencing means, it is happening.

Experience has already become a thought,

because it has already happened.

Experiencing is thoughtless:

wordless – silent – void.

Hence I call thoughtless awareness

the door to experiencing life.

And the one who comes to know life comes to know all.

He comes to know death as well

because death is nothing but a fallacy

born out of not knowing life.

One who does not know life

naturally believes himself to be the body.

And the body dies, the body is destroyed;

the entity called body disappears.

It is this that gives birth to the concept

that death is a total end.

Only those who are a little more courageous

accept this concept.

It is also out of this very fallacy of believing oneself to be the body

that the fear of death is born.

It is the people suffering this fear who start chanting,

“the soul is immortal, the soul is immortal.”

The fearful and weak seek refuge in this way.

But both these concepts

are born out of one and the same fallacy.

These are two forms of the same fallacy

and are two different reactions of two types of people.

But, remember, the fallacy of both is the same,

and in both ways it is the same fallacy

that is strengthened.

I do not want to give any kind of support to this fallacy.

If I say the soul is not immortal, then that is an untruth.

If I say the soul is immortal,

then that becomes an escape from your fear.

And those who are in fear

are never able to know the truth.

Hence, I say death is unknown.

Know life. Only that can be known.

And upon knowing that, immortality is also known.

Life is eternal.

There is no beginning and no end to it.

It manifests, it unmanifests.

It moves from one form to another form.

In our ignorance,

these transition points of change look like death.

But for one who knows,

death is nothing more than changing houses.

Certainly there is rebirth;

but for me it is not a doctrine, it is an experience.

And I don’t want to make it a doctrine for others either.

Doctrines have badly undermined the truth.

I want every person to know it for themselves.

Nobody can perform this act for the other.

But, through doctrines,

it is this very act that appears to have been accomplished,

thus everybody’s individual search

has become dull and dead.

Believing in the doctrines and scriptures

one has sat down quietly,

as if one has neither to know anything for oneself,

nor has to do anything about finding the truth.

This situation is utterly suicidal.

Hence, I don’t want to participate

in this vast scale arrangement

for killing man through the repetition of doctrines.

I want to displace all the established doctrines,

because this alone seems compassionate to me.

This way, all that is untrue will be destroyed.

And the truth is never destroyed,

it is ever available in its eternal freshness

to those who seek.

52. Love.

I received your letter.

I am always with you.

Don’t be worried,

don’t be sad,

and leave your sadhana in the hands of God.

Let his will be done.

Be like a dry leaf,

let the winds take you where they will.

Isn’t this what is meant by shunya (nothingness)?

Do not swim,

just float.

Isn’t this what is meant by shunya?

My regards to all.

1969

53. Love.

Your letter has come.

Love has not to be asked for –

it is never obtained by asking.

Love comes through giving –

it is our own echo.

You feel my love pouring on you

because you have become a river of love

flowing towards me,

and when your love flows like this towards all

you will find the whole world

flowing in love towards you.

To respond with unconditional love towards all,

towards that which is,

is the God-experience.

54. Love.

Can two people ever meet?

It is just not possible on this earth,

communication seems impossible –

but at times the impossible happens.

The other day it did.

Being with you, I felt meeting is possible,

and also communication,

and without words, too.

Your tears answered me.

I am deeply grateful for those tears.

Such response is very rare.

I have seen your Madhu Shala,

seen it again and again.

If I could sing

I would sing the same song that is there.

I call that sannyas the real sannyas

which accepts the world with joy.

Aren’t sansara and moksha really one?

Duality exists in ignorance,

in knowledge there is only one.

Oh, can that really be religion

which cannot sing and dance the songs of bliss and love?

P.S. I hear you are due to come here.

Come, and come soon.

Who can trust time?

Look – it is morning and the sun rises.

How long will it be before it sets?

55. Love.

I am one with all things –

in beauty, in ugliness,

for whatsoever is, there I am.

Not only in virtue

but in sin too I am a partner;

and not only heaven but hell too is mine.

Buddha, Jesus, Lao Tzu –

it is easy to be their heir.

But Genghis, Taimur and Hitler?

They are also within me!

No, not half – I am the whole of mankind!

Whatsoever is man’s is mine –

flowers and thorns,

darkness as well as light.

And if nectar is mine, whose is poison?

Nectar and poison – both are mine.

Whoever experiences this I call religious,

for only the anguish of such experience

can revolutionize life on earth.

56. Love.

I have received your letter.

I was very glad indeed to get it,

more so since you have sent a blank sheet.

But I have read in it all that you have not written

but wanted to write.

Besides, what can words say?

Even after writing,

what you had meant to write remains unwritten.

So your silent letter is very lovely.

As it is, whenever you come to see me you are mostly silent,

but your eyes tell all, and your silence too.

Some deep thirst has touched you,

some unknown shore has called you.

Whenever God calls he calls this way –

but how long will you go on standing on the shore?

Look! The sun is out

and the winds can’t wait to fill the boat’s sails!

57. Love.

I have received your letters –

but they are not just letters really, they are poems born out of love,

out of love and prayer, for where there is love there is prayer.

So it is possible to get glimpses of God through another

whom one loves –

love providing the eyes that can see God.

Love is the door through which he appears.

So when one loves all he can be seen in all things.

Part and whole in fact are not in opposition:

deep love for even one other finally spreads to all

because love dissolves the self, leaving the no-self.

Love is like the sun, the individual like frozen ice.

Love’s sun melts the icebergs, leaving a limitless ocean.

So the search for love is really the search for God,

because love melts, and also destroys;

because love only melts and only destroys.

It is both birth and death.

In it the self dies and the all is born.

So there is certainly pain –

in the birth as well as in the death.

Love is the deep anguish of birth as well as death.

But the poetry flowering in you shows that you

have begun to experience the joy that lies in love’s anguish.

58. Love.

Your letter has filled my heart with joy.

You are at the threshold of a great revolution;

now, even if you want to run away I will not let you.

You will certainly have to perish in it

so that you can be reborn.

Gold has to pass through fire – only then is it purified.

Love is fire for you, and I pray to God

that your ego burns in it.

Then if love comes, prayer can come too;

without love prayer is not possible.

Remember that body and soul are not two.

The part of the person that can be seen is the body,

the part that cannot be seen is the soul.

The same holds true for God and matter:

God made visible is matter, and what cannot be seen is God.

Take life easily and naturally, just as it comes.

Welcome it in its endless forms with an attitude of complete acceptance.

And do not impose yourself on life;

life has its own discipline, its own wisdom,

and those who are ready to live totally

have no need for any other discipline or wisdom.

But you have always been afraid of life

and therefore you are afraid of love.

Now life has begun penetrating you,

breaking your walls of security.

So, God’s infinite grace showers on you!

Don’t run from it now, accept it gratefully

and my good wishes are always with you.

59. Love.

Be aware in the waking state,

don’t try to become aware in sleep or dreams.

If you become aware in the waking state

awareness in dreams and sleep comes easily –

but you don’t have to do anything for it.

Doing only creates difficulties.

Sleep reflects the waking state:

what we are when awake we are in sleep.

If we are asleep in the waking state only then is sleep really sleep;

the stream of thoughts during the waking state becomes the web

of dreams in sleep.

Being aware in the waking state will begin to reflect itself in sleep too,

and if there are no thoughts in the waking state

dreams disappear altogether in sleep.

Everything else is fine.

My regards to everyone there.

60. Love.

I was overjoyed to receive your letter –

as pure and innocent as your heart.

You want to write that which cannot be written

so you send an unwritten letter.

This is good, for it is better to remain silent about that which cannot

be expressed.

But beware, silence also speaks,

it speaks and speaks so much!

Silence can speak even where words fail.

The void envelops even that which lines cannot contain.

In fact what can resist the embrace of the great void?

Nothing is left unsaid by silence.

Where words fail, silence is full of meaning.

Where form ends, the formless begins.

Where knowledge (veda) ends,

transcendental knowledge (vedanta) begins.

When knowledge dies, the beyond begins.

Freedom from the word is truth.

61. Love.

How can I describe how happy I am

to have received your letter?

Whenever I saw you,

only one question arose in my mind –

How long are you going to keep away from me?

I knew you had to come closer to me, it was only a matter of time,

so I kept waiting and praying for you.

To me, prayerful waiting is love.

I also knew you were going through the pangs of a new birth

and that rebirth is very near –

for only this can give soul to your songs.

Words are the form and form has its own beauty,

its own melody, its own music.

But this is not enough, and he who considers this enough

remains discontented forever.

The soul of poetry lies in silence.

To me, prayerful waiting is love, and the void

is the door to the divine temple.

You have come to me and I want to take you to the Lord

for how can you come close to me

without first coming closer to him?

In fact without coming close to him you cannot come close

even to yourself.

Then as soon as you come near him you attain that life

for which you have gone through so many lives.

To come close to oneself is to be reborn –

the principle of being twice born is just this.

And remember, not even the pebbles lying on the road are just pebbles;

they too await a new birth, for that second birth turns them

into diamonds.

P.S. To run after desires is to run after a mirage.

It is a journey from one death to another.

In the illusion that is life

man dies this way time and time again.

But those willing to die to their desires discover that death itself

dies for them.

62. Love.

Where is truth?

Do not search for it, for when has truth

ever been found through seeking?

For in seeking, the seeker is present.

So don’t seek but lose yourself.

He who loses himself finds truth.

I don’t say: Seek and you will find.

I say: He who loses himself, finds.

63. Love.

I was happy to receive your letter.

The drop doesn’t have to become the ocean.

It already is the ocean,

it just has to know it.

What is,

however it is –

to know it as it is,

is truth.

And truth liberates.

64. Love.

Life is an infinite mystery, therefore those who are filled

with knowledgeare deprived of life.

Life becomes known only to the innocent,

to those whose intuition is not covered with the dust of knowledge.

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