Chapter 9: Only in Silence
These are simple statements if understood. But we go on pretending to understand without understanding, because understanding seems to be risky, dangerous, death-like. And, in a way, it is. To understand rightly how the mind exists is to prepare for your death.
Sannyas is death - has always been so. Hence only the few courageous people can enter on the path: people who are so deeply in love with truth that they are ready to sacrifice themselves. Whatsoever the cost they are ready to pay for it, because they are fed up with the lies of life.
Ginzburg comes home early from work one day, sure that his wife has a lover. He searches the house in a mad frenzy. Sure enough he discovers a little man huddled among the clothes in the closet.
“What the hell are you doing here?” screams Ginzburg.
“Well, we all have to be somewhere,” replies the culprit.
The mind has to be somewhere: either in the past or in the future. If you take those two props away from it, it can’t exist. It simply falls flat on the ground. It dies immediately. It cannot breathe, not even for a single moment.
This is the way of meditation: encountering the present in all its tremendous beauty, just being in the present. Inside, the mind stops. Outside, the world changes totally. It is no more the ordinary world you have known before. In fact, you have not known it at all.
Your mind was distorting everything, your mind was creating fantasies. Your eyes were full of fantasies and you were looking though those fantasies. They never allowed you to see that which is. Even for a moment, if the mind is gone, suddenly the whole existence explodes upon you.
Norman lay naked on the grass in a secluded part of the park, a dazed but oddly happy expression on his face.
“What happened?” asked the cop.
“I was - uh - minding my own business,” mumbled the man, “when a gang of sorority girls from Vassar came along and jumped me and - uh - tore off my clothes. And then..”
“And then what?”
“And then all heaven broke loose!”
That may have happened to Norman or may not have happened, but it happens when the mind is absolutely unoccupied, when the mind is utterly in the moment, when it is nowhere else but here and now. And to be here and now, let me remind you, means it is no more. Yes, then all heaven breaks loose.
Suddenly white lotuses start flowering on you. Your whole life has a totally different quality to it. Then whatsoever you touch becomes gold, and whatsoever you see is simply incredible, unbelievable.