Chapter 11: Harmony: The Birthplace of Love
He said, “Yes, I snore - just to keep her in the other room. I never snore in my sleep! That’s why you have not heard it. I have to make an effort to snore - it is a very difficult art, one has to learn it - just to give her an excuse. She wanted to sleep in the other room, but some excuse was needed. And it is perfectly peaceful to be here. She is there, and I lock the door from inside, because she may come in the middle of the night; some idea may come to her and a quarrel will start.”
People are not living in harmony. Harmony is an empty word, and for most people, unfortunately, it remains empty. They know only fight, anger. Harmony means you are dropping your ego, you are saying, “I would like to be with you so deeply one, that this very idea of I is no longer needed.”
A few people have lived in harmony; and particularly the master and the disciple cannot have any kind of relationship without harmony. The master is without ego; the disciple just has to drop his ego, and two consciousnesses become one, and a great music vibrates - in both persons, one music. It has happened in other relationships too, but very rarely. I am reminded of a strange book in Sanskrit. Its name is Bhamiti. It is a strange name because it is a commentary on one of the most philosophical treatises ever written, the Brahma Sutras of Badarayan.
Badarayan is perhaps the greatest philosopher the world has produced, and he has written these small maxims, Brahma Sutras: maxims about the ultimate. There is no other book in the whole world on which so many commentaries have been written - thousands and thousands of commentaries, because the maxims are so small, so condensed that unless somebody opens them, explains them, interprets them, you will not be able to find their meaning.
Brahma Sutra is a strange book. No other book has had the same fate as Badarayan’s Brahma Sutra. Commentaries have been written, but the commentaries were also very difficult to understand, so commentaries upon commentaries were written. But still these were not so simple either, so commentaries on those commentaries. This is the only book in which you will find a series of commentaries; the original is lost. And for thousands of years in India, people have been writing commentaries on the commentaries to bring its meaning to the masses.
One of the commentaries, one of the best commentaries on the Brahma Sutras, is Bhamiti, and it is strange, because Bhamiti is a weird name for a commentary. Bhamiti is the name of a certain woman, and to give that name to the commentary. The commentary was written by a great philosopher, Vachaspati, whose wife’s name was Bhamiti. It took him twelve years to write the commentary, and he decided that the day the commentary was complete, he would renounce the world and go to the Himalayas. One day, in the middle of the night, the commentary was completed. He took the candle, in whose light he had been writing the commentary, to go to his room. And on the way there, he found a woman and he asked, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
She said, “My lord, you were so immersed in writing the commentary, you forgot completely that you had married me. I am your wife.”