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Chapter 9: The Song of Love

Kabir’s original line is: Murali bajat akhand sadaya. The word akhand is very meaningful. It is translated as “without ceasing”: the flute of the infinite is being played without ceasing. But that’s not exactly the right sense of the word. Akhand is in a way continuous, and yet not. You breathe continuously - otherwise you will die - but sometimes you breathe in and sometimes you breathe out. When you breathe in you don’t breathe out; when you breathe out you don’t breathe in. And certainly, breathing in is one process, and breathing out is another process. Breathing out will create a gap in the process of breathing in, and breathing in will create a gap in the process of breathing out.

The Eastern concept is that God goes on playing, but that doesn’t mean that there are no gaps. “Without ceasing” gives the impression as if there are no gaps. No, if there were no gaps music could not be music. Music is not only sounds, music is a combination, an alchemical process of sound and soundlessness. Music is sound and the interval, the gap between the two sounds.

Watch: somebody is playing on the flute, watch the notes; somebody is singing a song, watch. I am talking to you, watch - one word is not followed by another word; one word is followed by silence, then another word. Between two words there is an interval; otherwise one word and the other word would not have any definition. They would rush into each other, they would collide. Then there would be no music, there would be only noise, chaos.

“Without ceasing” means the sound continues, but sometimes it is sound, and sometimes it is soundlessness. Sometimes it is manifestation, and sometimes the whole disappears and there is no manifestation.

In the East we say: When God breathes out, there is existence; when God breathes in, the whole of existence disappears. This is a beautiful idea, of tremendous meaning. The existence is only because God breathes out - then he breathes in, the whole of existence disappears; again he breathes out, there is existence; again he breathes in, existence disappears.

Modern physics has come very close to this. They say that matter seems to be continuous, yet it is not continuous. In between it disappears, but the gaps are so small that you cannot detect them. The movement of the electrons is so subtle that one moment you see the electron at one place, another moment you see it at another place, and you have not even seen how it moved from one place to another; it has not moved, it has not jumped. Now a very absurd idea has arisen: the idea that the electron does not go from one place to another; from one place it simply disappears into non-existence, and at another place it appears again into existence, pops up again. This is strange. And truth is stranger than fiction. It is!

Modern physics has become more metaphysical than any metaphysics. This is the meaning of akhand: even if it disappears, it is there. When it appears it is there, true: when it disappears, then too it is there. When it appears it is there, when it disappears it is there. You can hear it sometimes as manifestation, and sometimes as non-manifestation. Sometimes it takes forms and sometimes it becomes formless - but it is there. If you have the ear to listen to the gaps too, you will see: it is unceasingly there.

Murali bajat akhand sadaya: this flute goes on playing, goes on creating a song, eternally.

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