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Chapter 3: Two States of Consciousness

It is as if someone tries to see flowers with his ears. The flowers will be blossoming, their fragrance will be on the wind, the bees and the butterflies will know it, the message will be known by the beetles, but the one who is keeping his ear near the flower will see nothing. He will not know when the bud blossomed, when it became a flower, when the clouds of fragrance surrounded it, when the fragrance was dispersed, when the bud became a flower and surrendered to the universe, when the moment of opening came and was gone - nothing will be known through the ears. It needs the eyes and the nose; it needs the right means.

When you say you cannot see anything else except the world, it only means that because of the way you have learned to see up to now, you can see nothing else.

There is an old Baul story:

A fakir was dancing in a garden of flowers, dancing with the flowers, with the birds, and a scholar came to him and asked, “I have heard that you are always repeating ‘love, love.’ What is this love anyway?” The fakir went on dancing, because what else could the answer be except to dance?

Love was showering all around. The trees were understanding it, the lake was understanding it, the white clouds floating in the sky were understanding it - but the scholar was blind.

The fakir went on dancing. The scholar said, “Stop this jumping up and down; give me an answer to my question. This is no answer, just jumping around. I am asking, ‘What is love?’”

The fakir said, “I am love. And if you cannot see it in my dancing then you will certainly not see it at all when I stop dancing. If you do not see it in my singing then it will be far beyond your understanding when I become silent. I have already given you the answer.”

The scholar started laughing. He said, “This answer is for idiots! I am a knower of the scriptures - I want the right answer. I am not an uneducated villager - I know the Vedas, the Upanishads, I have read the Gita. Give me a sensible reply. Otherwise say that you don’t know the answer.”

The fakir sang a song. In that song he said, “I have heard that once an incident happened - that the flowers had blossomed in a garden and the gardener was dancing with joy at the beauty of such unique flowers. The goldsmith of the town came and said, ‘Why are you so intoxicated! What great experience has happened? What is your reason for dancing?’

“The gardener said, ‘Look at these flowers!’

“The goldsmith said, ‘Wait! I will not agree without testing them.’ He took out a touchstone from his bag which he used for testing gold.”

There is a stone on which gold can be tested to find out whether it is real or false.

“He rubbed the flowers on his stone, but nothing could be known in this way - the flowers were crushed and they died.”

The flowers must have laughed, the trees must have laughed, the clouds in the sky also must have laughed. And the gardener also laughed.

The fakir laughed and said to the scholar, “What you are asking me is the same: you want to test love on the touchstone of logic.”

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