You exist in time, but you belong to eternity. You are a penetration of eternity into the world of time. You are deathless, living in a body of death. Your consciousness knows no death, no birth. It is only your body that is born and dies. But you are not aware of your consciousness; you are not conscious of your consciousness.
And that is the whole art of meditation: becoming conscious of consciousness itself.
One has to become more aware than one ordinarily is. To be a sannyasin means to enter into the phenomenon of the sacred. For that more awareness is needed, much more, because it is not something mechanical, something routine. It is now every day. It is moving from the unknown towards the unknowable. It is dropping the known every day, dying to the known and entering into the unknown. It is an eternal pilgrimage, because every moment is so full of mystery that one has to be very alert, otherwise one will miss. Very few people know the beauty of the stars… Very few people know the beauty of the mountains.
Celebrate aloneness, celebrate your pure space, and a great song will arise in your heart. And it will be a song of awareness, it will be a song of meditation. It will be a song of an alone bird calling in the distance – not calling to somebody in particular, but just calling because the heart is full and wants to call, because the cloud is full and wants to rain ,because the flower is full and the petals open and the fragrance is released… unaddressed.
There is only one secret which is not part of the mind, and that is witnessing, watching. Thoughts are passing, desires are moving, memories are coming and going like clouds in the sky and you are sitting silently simply watching, not doing anything. If you do anything immediately the mind starts functioning. What you do does not matter – doing is part of mind. A non-doing witnessing, just witnessing, as if a mirror goes on witnessing whatsoever passes by – that is awareness. And that awareness takes you beyond the mind. It is true meditation.
Unless you become a buddha you have not lived at all because you will not know the great poetry of life, the great music of existence. You will not know the celestial celebration that goes on and on, you will not know the dance of the stars.
It is for you to become part of this celebration. This bliss is for you! All these flowers and all these songs and all these stars are for you. You are entitled to miracles – but grow up, wake up!
To be aware of the mind is being a witness of the mind. As the witnessing grows stronger, you already start feeling yourself beyond the mind. Slowly, slowly the distance grows. Your witness reaches to a sunlit peak and the mind is left in the dark valleys, far away.
You can still hear the echoes, but they don’t affect you at all.
You are beyond their reach.
I would like you all to be deeply, intensely, passionately in life, with one condition only: alertness, watchfulness, witnessing. And I know the difficulty arises, because you will be living with millions of sleepy people. And sleep is contagious, just as awareness is. Awareness, too, is contagious – hence the significance of being with a master.The master cannot give you the truth. Nobody can give the truth to anybody else; it is untransferable. Then what is the function of a master? Then what is the use of searching for a master? Then why be a disciple at all? Still there is a reason, and the reason is that awareness is as contagious as sleepiness.
There is no need to run towards the ocean. Just slowly enjoy the trees, and the birds, and the people, having a trust in your heart that every river has always reached the ocean. And you cannot be the exception. Existence does not allow any exceptions. You will also reach the ocean.
Meditation is finding the silent space within, the source of peace, contentment, joy,of harmony of body, mind and spirit – and the sense of knowing who you are and why you are here in this vast wonderful existence. What more is there?
Take the first step, or a few further steps, on your inward journey…
I am waiting eagerly for the day when I will be able to drop words. I am utterly tired… because words can’t convey that which I am and I have to go on trying to do something which is not possible.
Get ready soon so that we can sit in silence and listen to the birds or to the wind in the trees. Just
Sitting silently, doing nothing, Spring comes and the grass grows by itself
That is going to be my ultimate message and my final work on the earth.
The evening was beautiful on its own, but you have added thousands of moons and stars to it. Your splendour is also the splendour of the evening. This very moment you are entering into the ultimate, the eternal, the miraculous. The splendor of your being is coming to its spring. Thousands of flowers will be showering on you. Gather as many as you can, the fragrances, the stars that are falling in your inner sky, and persuade the buddha to come from your hidden centre to your circumference, to your ordinary life and activity, to your words and to your silences.
The only way out of ignorance and out of this dark night of the soul is to be aware of your own being, aware of your own awareness. In that moment when you are aware of your own awareness, everything stops, time stops. Suddenly you are beyond time and beyond space, and a door opens which makes you part of the whole.
Understanding is not of the mind; understanding is of the heart. You will have to fall in love.
That’s what sannyas is all about. Falling in love with a Master, for NO reason at all — just for the sheer joy of falling in love with someone who has disappeared, who is no more, who has become a great nothing, who has become a silence.
Just one quality of the Buddha has to be remembered. He consists only of one quality, witnessing. This small word witnessing contains the whole of spirituality. Witness that you are not the body. Witness that you are not the mind. Witness that you are only a witness. As the witnessing deepens, you start becoming drunk with the divine. That is what is called ecstasy.