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Chapter 10: You Can’t Win ’em All

In a better world, with better understanding, the poet should be the only priest. Only he can be the priest - not the theologian, nor the trained priest, but a wild poet. That used to be so in primitive societies. It is still so in primitive societies. The madman is the priest, the poet is the priest - the inspired is the priest. He does not preach on his own; he simply lets himself go into the unknown. He becomes possessed. He dances a wild dance, he sings a wild song - for hours - he goes on dancing and dancing. And then there comes a moment when the man disappears and God takes possession. Then his eyes change - they roll upwards. Then his body has a totally different energy. It is felt by the people who are present there - the presence is felt, the transformation is felt. The man is metamorphosed, the man is drunk with the divine, then he speaks - sometimes in a language that cannot be understood, sometimes in words which are not together, with no grammar, with no rules, he utters. But those few words that he utters can become the keys to the unknown, to God.

That’s how the Vedas were uttered. That’s how the Upanishads were uttered. That’s how Jesus is so beautiful! I have never come across a greater poet than Jesus, although nobody thinks about him as a poet - but he is one of the greatest poets that has ever walked on the earth. Just see the poetry of his sayings - the Sermon on the Mount. Each single word is so full of poetry. He must have been possessed in that moment when he delivered that sermon; God must have spoken through him. He must have been one with God in those moments. It is not he who is speaking; he is just a vehicle, a passage, a medium, a messenger.

And that is the meaning of the word Christ, Messiah - he brings the message. He allows the message to come to you; he becomes a bridge.

So when the poetry comes, let it come. Be thankful. When the dance comes, let it come. Be grateful. But never try to bring it. And I know - the human mind is greedy; it continuously wants more and more. Once something has happened, you want it to be repeated again and again. You will destroy it - don’t be greedy!

With greed, God disappears. God is possible only with a non-greedy mind. Hope and wait and pray, but don’t be greedy.

And you ask: “I feel now there is such a thing as the art of living, of life too.”

There is no separate art of life. If you know how to allow poetry, if you know how to allow dance, if you know how to allow love - if you know how to allow, then you know the art of life. In the allowing, in the let-go, in the surrender, is the art of life. How not to be and to let God be - that is the only art of life.

And one has to learn through many, many ways. Poetry is one way, song is another, dance still another. Learn allowing. Learn receptivity. Learn becoming a womb. Learn to be feminine. Don’t be masculine. Don’t be aggressive. Don’t try to conquer God, life, love, truth! Don’t go like a soldier: go like a beloved, a woman.

Science is masculine, religion is feminine. That’s why science has destroyed the whole earth - the technology of it has been destructive. The ecology has been disrupted so badly that there seems to be no possibility of putting it right again. The circuit is broken everywhere. And the reason is that science became too much and lost track of the feminine qualities in human consciousness. Man became unbalanced, lopsided.

Religion has to be brought back. And by religion I mean the feminine; by religion I mean receptivity - -not going to conquer, but waiting for the guest to come; not doing, but happening.

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