Chapter 7: The Mines of Meditation
So the first thing is that the world is only a resting place. The deeper you take in this fact, the more useful will it prove that you must not stop where you are, that stagnation is death and that you have to go further and still further.till you reach his door. You may rest if you are tired, but do not make a home out of the inn.
You are bound to get tired, for the journey is long and the destination far away. You will also wander time and again, for it is not a path that is marked out, a highway! Man has to walk himself and carve out his route. Therefore the road to his abode is very long. As birds fly in the air and leave no trace behind, so the enlightened one walks in his path and reaches but leaves no marks behind. The space is as empty as ever.
When you set out, you cannot walk on the footprints of others. There is no loan system in the realm of truth. No one else can give you truth; others can merely suggest, give hints. Love you can get, also the guru’s grace, but truth you will have to find yourself. His grace can lend strength to your feet to continue walking but cannot give you the path. His compassion can offer up confidence and encouragement, but not draw a map for you. His compassion can give you the strength to carry on and be persistent in your effort so that you do not waver, you do not give up. But you must walk the path alone.
And the path is such that it is formed only if you begin to walk. It is not a carved-out route marked on a map. There is no ready-made device to take you to God. Each person has to find his own way himself.
This is the difficulty, and this is the dignity of purpose. For if it were a well-beaten track that thousands had trodden before, the joy and fulfillment in reaching and attaining God would not have been so special.
Whenever a person attains God he finds him new, fresh, and original - as if you are the first one he has met! As if this happening has never taken place before. It is not a stale affair, it is not as if others before you have met him - that you find millions of footprints leading to his door. No, it is as if you are the very first person he meets. He is like a virgin waiting for you. God is always a virgin. Had he been married many times before there would be nothing of interest left in him. His virginity is eternal; he is an eternal bachelor. Whoever reaches him finds him fresh, new and chaste, unspoiled as a virgin - just as the morning dew or the first rays of the rising sun.
There is no map that can be handed over to you, for life itself is a constant change. Everything changes every moment. The way I reached will be of no use to you; it was my special way. You will have to find yours.