Chapter 3: Only Nothing Is
How can you renounce? Your wife is not yours - how can you renounce? Your children are not yours - how can you renounce? They don’t belong to you, so where is the point to renounce then? You can simply understand that they don’t belong to you; that we are strangers - we have met on the way, or we have stayed under the same tree for a few days, but we are strangers.
Understanding it deep in your awareness is enough. My emphasis is to become a spiritual wanderer. There is no need to drag the body like a beggar; just let your spirit be that of a wanderer, and that is enough. Don’t create bondage for your spirit.
The Buddha said:
The homeless shramana cuts off the passions.
Passions are our dreams. Passions are our dreams of the future, desires of the future, desires of how things should be. Deep down we are always discontent; whatsoever is, is not satisfying. We are continuously weaving dreams to change things - to make a better house, to have a better wife, to have a better education, to have more money, to have this, to have that. We are continuously thinking in terms of how to make life better. We go on living in the future which is not.
Living in the future is a dream because it exists not. Living in the future is based on a deep discontent with the present.
So two things have to be understood about passions. One, whatsoever we have we cling to it. Look at the paradox: whatsoever we have we cling to it and still we are not satisfied with it. We are miserable with it, so we desire to modify it, to decorate it, to make it better. We continuously cling to that which we have and we continuously desire for that which we don’t have. And between these two we are crushed. And this will be so always and always. It was so yesterday, it is so today, it is going to be so tomorrow.your whole life.
Whatsoever you will have you will cling to it so that nobody can take it away, and still you will be miserable with it and you will hope that someday things will be better. A man who lives in passion, in desire, lives a futile life - always miserable, always dreaming. Miserable with reality and dreaming unreal things.
I have heard:
“How many fish have you caught?” a passerby asked old Mulla Nasruddin who was fishing off the end of the pier.
“Well,” said the old Mulla thoughtfully, “if I catch this one that is nibbling at my bait and two more, I will have three.”
He has nothing..
This is how human mind goes on dreaming. Our life is short, very short, and our dreams are immense.
Seamus and Bridget met on Rockaway Beach. As they stretched out together on a blanket under the boardwalk, Seamus whispered huskily, “Bridget, I love you.”