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Chapter 1: A Journey into Love

This parable is beautiful. I call it a parable, I don’t say it really happened, but it shows something. A man like Kabir has already disappeared. He is not in his body. He is in his inner flowering. His sahasrar, his one-thousand-petaled lotus, has flowered. You are in the body only to a certain extent. The body has a certain function to fulfill; the function is that of consciousness flowering. Once the consciousness has flowered, the body is non-existential: it does not matter whether it exists or not. It is simply irrelevant.

The parable is beautiful. When they removed the cover there were only a few flowers left: Kabir is a flowering. Only a few flowers, and the stupid disciples, even then they couldn’t understand. They divided the flowers.

Remember one thing: all ideologies are dangerous. They divide people. You become a Hindu, you become a Mohammedan, you become a Jaina, a Christian: you are divided. All ideologies create conflict. All ideologies are violent. A real man of understanding has no ideology. Then, he is undivided; then, he is one with the whole of humanity. Not only that, he is one with the whole of existence. A real man of understanding is a flowering. This flowering, we will be discussing.

These songs of Kabir are tremendously beautiful. He is a poet, he is not a philosopher. He has not created a system, he is not a theoretician or a theologian. He is not interested in doctrines, in scriptures. His whole interest is in how to flower and become godly. His whole effort is how to make you more loving, more alert.

It is not a question of learning much; on the contrary, it is a question of unlearning much. In that way he is very rare. Buddha, Mahavira, Krishna, Ram: they are very special people. They were all kings, and they were well educated, well cultured. Kabir is a nobody, a man of the masses, very poor, very ordinary, with no education at all, with no culture - and that is his rarity.

Why do I call it his rarity? - because to be ordinary in the world is the most extraordinary thing. He was very ordinary, and he remained ordinary.

The natural desire of the human mind is to become special, to become special in the ways of the world: to have many degrees, to have much political power, to have money, wealth - to be special. The mind is always ready to go on some ego trip. And if you are fed up with the world, then again the ego starts finding new ways and new means to enhance itself: it becomes spiritual. You become a great mahatma, a great sage, a great scholar, a man of knowledge, a man of renunciation; again you are special.

Unless the desire to be special disappears, you will never be special. Unless you relax into your ordinariness, you will never relax.

The really spiritual person is one who is absolutely ordinary. Kabir is very normal. You would not have been able to find him in a crowd. His specialty is not outward. You cannot just find him by looking at his face. It is difficult. Buddha was special, a very beautiful man, a charismatic personality. Jesus is very special, throbbing with revolution, rebellion. But Kabir? Kabir is absolutely ordinary, a normal person.

Remember, when I say normal, I don’t mean the average. The average is not the normal. The average is only normally abnormal; he is as mad as all others are. In fact, in the world normal persons don’t exist.

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