Chapter 1: The Lion’s Roar
The word truth looks to me a little too dry and desert-like. I am not much in tune with the word truth - it looks too logical, too heady. It gives you the feeling of philosophy not of religion and the idea that you have come to a conclusion, that there has been a syllogism behind it, argumentation, logic and reasoning. No, truth is not my word; love is my word. Love is of the heart; truth is partial, only your head is involved. In love you are involved as a totality: your body, your mind, your soul, all are involved.
Love makes you a unity - not a union, remember, but a unity. Because in a union those who join together remain separate. In a unity they dissolve, they become one, they melt into each other. That moment I call the moment of truth, when love has given you unity. First, love gives you unity in your innermost core; you are no more a body, no more a mind, no more a soul. You are simply one - unnamed, undefined, unclassified. No more determinate, definable, no more comprehensible. A mystery, a joy, a surprise, a jubilation, a great celebration..
First, love gives you an inner unity. And when the inner unity has happened the second happens on its own - you are not to do anything for it. Then you start falling in unity with the whole beyond you. Then the drop disappears in the ocean and the ocean disappears into the drop. That moment, that moment of orgasm between you and the whole, is where you become a buddha. That moment is the moment buddhahood is imparted to you. Or, better, revealed to you - you have always been that, unaware.
My word is love. So I say: My beloved ones, I love you. And I would like you to fill the whole world with love. Let that be our religion. Not Christianity, not Hinduism, not Islam, not Jainism, not Buddhism, but love. Love without any adjective to it. Not Christian love, because how can love be Christian? - it is so stupid. How can love be Hindu? - it is ridiculous. Love is simply love. In love you can be a christ. In love you can be a buddha - but there is no Buddhist love and there is no Christian love.
In love you disappear, your mind disappears. In love you come to an utter relaxation. That’s my teaching to you; I teach love and there is nothing higher than love.
Then I thought I should give you something beautiful on this day. And I remembered Hakuin’s Song of Meditation. It is a very small song, but a great gift. Hakuin is one of the greatest Zen masters. His song contains all: all the Bibles, all the Korans and all the Vedas. A small song of few lines, it is like a seed - very small, but if you allow the passage of it to your heart, it can become a great tree. It can become a bodhi tree - it will have great foliage and much shade and thousands of people can sit and rest underneath it. It will have big branches and many birds can come and have their nests on it.
See: I have become a tree. You are the people who have come to make their nests on my tree. You can also become this. Everybody should become this - because unless you become this you will go on missing your fulfillment. Unless you become a great tree which has come to its foliage, flowers and fruits - which is fulfilled - you will remain in discontent. Anguish will go on gnawing in your heart. Misery will linger around you. Bliss will be only a word, signifying nothing. God will be just gibberish.