Chapter 7: A Snowflake Dissolving in Pure Air
It may look sometimes very crazy that one has to drop all attachments, even attachment to life. It may look very crazy that one has to transform even death into a love affair. It may look very crazy, but life IS crazy, life is a paradox.
John Wheeler has said: “We are talking about things that are absolutely crazy. Can anything that is less crazy be right?”
Zen is right because it is utterly crazy. Zen is right because it is so paradoxical. Life is a paradox. Anything that is true to life is going to be a great paradox. Yes, life has to be lived, and death to be died.
Living, penetrate into the deepest core of life. Dying, penetrate again to the deepest core of death. And the deepest core is the same - it is the essential mind.
Life is not a noun, remember; neither is death a noun. Life and death are both verbs. Existence is a verb, it is not a noun. Life is a process, death is a process. And who is being processed? Who is moving in this cart of two wheels? Who is the pilgrim? Who is this that goes on traveling through many forms? That essential mind, that no-mind, that mirrorlike quality, that witnessing has to be found in all the ways and through all the possibilities. Every move in life has to be devoted to that inquiry, to that search, only then does one come home. And without coming home you will remain discontented. You can have much money, you can have much power, but you will remain power-less, and you will remain a beggar.
The day you come to this originality of your being, to this Man of no Title, this ancientmost, the Eternal One. that day you become an emperor. That day all is benediction. That day nothing is missing. And that day you will have a good laugh too, because you will see that day that nothing was ever missing - just you got entangled into reflections. You got entangled with guests and you lost track of the host. Be the host!
Enough for Today.