Chapter 9: The Sword of Love-and-Death
The darkness of night is coming along fast,
and the shadows of love close in the body and the mind.
Open the window to the west,
and disappear into the air inside you.
Near your breastbone there is an open flower.
Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
There is so much magnificence near the ocean.
Listen: sound of immense seashells! Sound of bells!
Kabir says: “Friend, listen,
this is what I have to say:
The Guest I love is inside me!”
Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive.
Think and think while you are alive.
What you call “salvation”
belongs to the time before death.
If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive,
do you think ghosts will do it after?
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten -
that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now, you will simply end up
with an apartment in the City of Death.
And if you make love with the divine now,
in the next life you will have the face of satisfied desire.
Then plunge into the Truth,
find out who the Teacher is,
believe in the Great Sound!
Kabir says this:
“When the Guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest
that does all the work.
Look at me.
you will see a slave of that intensity.”
The greatest mystery in life is not life itself, but death. Death is the culmination of life, the ultimate blossoming of life. In death the whole life is summed up, in death you arrive. Life is a pilgrimage towards death. From the very beginning, death is coming. From the moment of birth, death has started coming towards you, you have started moving towards death.
And the greatest calamity that has happened to the human mind is that he is against death. Being against death means you will miss the greatest mystery. And being against death also means that you will miss life itself - because they are deeply involved into each other; they are not two. Life is growing, death is the flowering of it. The journey and the goal are not separate; the journey ends in the goal.
Death has to be taken as the crescendo. Then a different vision arises; then you don’t avoid death, then you are not anti-death - then you are thrilled by its mystery and you start enjoying it and contemplating it and meditating on it.
And death comes in many ways. When you will die, that is only one of the forms of death. When your mother dies, that is a death to you too - because the mother was involved in you, she was occupying a great part of your being. And the mother has died - that part inside you has died. Your father will die, your brother, your sister, your friend. Even when your enemy dies, some-thing will die in you, because the enemy was also involved in you. You will miss something, you will lack something, you will never be the same again.
So it is not only in your death that death comes; death comes through many ways. Death is always coming. When your childhood disappears and you become a young man or a young woman, can’t you see? Death has happened. The childhood is no more there, the childhood has died, that door is closed. You cannot move back, you cannot recapture it, it is gone forever: you have died as a child. And then one day the youth moves into old age: he has died again. There are a thousand and one deaths.
In fact, if you look deeply, penetratingly, you will see each moment you are dying, because each moment you are changing - something is slipping out of your being and something is entering your being. Each moment is a birth and a death. You flow between these two banks, birth and death. Your river of life is possible only because of birth and death - and it is each moment that it is happening.