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Chapter 1: The Way of the White Clouds

But you are not alert and you cannot be alert because of a goal somewhere, something has to be achieved. Because of that a barrier is created and that which you are already is missed. Once this is realized, once you become aware of this, the greatest mystery of being is revealed - that everyone is perfect. That’s what we mean when we say everyone is brahman - everyone is the soul, the ultimate soul, the divine. That’s what we mean when we say tattwamasi - you are that. Not that you have to become that, because if you have to become that, then you are not that. And if you are not that already, how can you become? The seed becomes the tree because the seed is already that. A stone cannot become a tree. The seed becomes the tree because the seed is already that!

The question is not of becoming, the question is only of revelation. The seed is revealed this moment as a seed, next moment as a tree. So this is only a question of revelation. And if you can penetrate deeply, the seed is the tree this very moment.

Tibetan mystics or Zen masters or Sufi dervishes, they have all talked about the white clouds. The white clouds have been catching many people’s inner being. A rapport is achieved, it seems, with the white clouds. Make it a meditation and then many things will come to you.

Life should not be taken as a problem. Once you start that way you are lost. Once you think life is a problem it can never be solved. That’s how philosophy moves - and that’s how philosophy always moves wrongly. There are no right philosophies, there cannot be. All philosophies are wrong. Philosophizing is wrong, because philosophy takes the wrong basic step of thinking of life as a problem. Once life is a problem there is no solution to it. Life is not a problem but a mystery, which is how religion takes it.

A white cloud is the most mysterious thing, suddenly appearing, suddenly disappearing. Have you ever thought that clouds have no nam-roop - no name, no form? Even for a single moment the form is not the same. It is changing, it is becoming, it is a river-like flow. You can give a form to the cloud, but that is your projection. A cloud has no form; it is formless, or continuously being formed, it is a flux. And that’s how life is. All forms are projected.

This life you call yourself a man and just one life before you could have been a woman. This life you are white and the next life you may be black. This moment you are intelligent and the next moment you behave in a stupid way. This moment you are silent and the next moment you become mad, fiery, aggressive. Have you got a form? Or are you continuously changing? You are a flux, a cloud. Have you got a name, any identity? Can you call yourself this or that? The moment you say you are this, in that very moment you will become aware that you are the contrary also.

You say to someone: “I love you” - and in that very moment hate is there. In the same way you are a friend to someone and in that very moment the enemy is laughing inside you, waiting for its moment. Some moment you say you are happy and that very moment happiness is lost and you have become unhappy. You have no identity. If you realize this you become a cloud with no form, with no name. And then drifting starts.

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