Chapter 7: A Man Who Loved Seagulls
Just the other day I was reading a small booklet from Jesus freaks - ninety-nine percent nonsense, but one percent really beautiful! And even if something is one percent beautiful it is so much, because if you go to the Christian theologians, they are one hundred percent nonsense. The one percent that was meaningful, I loved. That part says, “Hurry kills! Haste is waste.” And God is not in a hurry. He moves with infinite patience. God is a loafer, he hangs around. In fact, God is not going anywhere - he is already there. So there is no goal. The arrow is dancing round and round and round. It is not going to any target - there is no target. Just being is the target. So God hangs around like the fragrance of a flower which hangs in a summer night - just around and around, nowhere to go.
And God has infinite patience. He works with care, and in very indirect ways. He creates a baby, and takes nine months - he doesn’t seem to have any efficiency experts around him. This has been going on for millions of years, and he has not learned anything; otherwise he could have managed to create better instruments so that a baby could be created within nine minutes. Why nine months? And from the very beginning he has been doing the same thing; he has not learned anything. He should ask the experts, particularly the efficiency experts. They will show him how to produce, how to produce on a mass scale, and not waste so much time - nine months per baby!
But it is not only with babies - with flowers also he takes infinite care; with birds, even with a blade of grass he takes infinite care and time. He is not in a hurry. In fact it seems he is not aware of time at all. He exists timelessly. If you want to be with him, don’t be in a hurry; otherwise you will bypass him. He will be always loitering here and now, and you will always be going there and then. You will always be like an arrow, and he is not like an arrow.
And to be with God is to be happy, to be with God is to be alive, to be with God is to be in meditation.
But the whole training of man is how to do things fast. Speed in itself seems to be a value. It is not. In itself it can create only madness - and it has created madness.
Move indirectly. And what is indirectly?
I used to know an old man who was always complaining, always grumpy. Everything was wrong - he was a born critic. And of course as critics suffer, he suffered, because sometimes it was too hot, and sometimes it was too cold, and sometimes it rained too much, and sometimes it didn’t rain at all. All seasons, all the year round, he was suffering. A negative mind, a negative attitude - and he was continuously in search of being happy, continuously making every effort to be contented and satisfied. But I have not seen a more discontented man than him; he was the very personification of suffering, dissatisfaction, discontent. In his eyes there was nothing but discontent. On his face many wrinkles of tension and discontent, all the grumblings of his whole life were written there.