Chapter 30: The Master Only Makes You Remember Who You Are
You are for me, the most extraordinary person I can imagine. Yet I know that you feel ordinary. Where is the door for a talented and gifted person or a genius to feel and become ordinary? I see that each time I feel special, something goes wrong. But I have still not found the door to real modesty and simplicity. Could you please say something about that?
I do not feel ordinary - I am.
The people who have talents, the gifted, the geniuses - they also suffer the same problem that you are suffering because they forget that the whole existence is ordinary. A sunrise, howsoever beautiful, is pure ordinariness. A sky full of stars does not feel in any way special. A rosebush full of beautiful flowers and fragrance is just part of the ordinary existence.
The talented people get into trouble because they forget their relationship with existence. They become confined and imprisoned in their small talents.
What are your talents and what are your geniuses? Because you can paint, you are a genius? Look at the butterflies, look at the flowers, look at the sky when the sun is setting - the whole existence is so colorful. And because you have painted a small canvas, you have become special. And what have you painted?
The existence has to be remembered; then you will not get caught in the net of an egoistic feeling, that “I am special.” The moment you feel you are special, you have lost contact with life, with love, with the totality of the whole - you are alone.
A true genius does not know, does not feel that he is special. That is the criterion whether he is a true genius or not. If he feels that he is special, he’s not a true genius. The very feeling of specialness arises out of your inferiority. The more inferior you feel, the more you try to pretend, to pose your specialness.
Looking at the vastness, the infinity and eternity of existence, we are just dewdrops in the early morning sun. We may shine like pearls on the lotus leaves, but just a little breeze and the dewdrop slips into the ocean and is no more. The ocean always is. If you also want to be always here and now, don’t get identified with a tiny dewdrop. Howsoever beautiful it looks, it is only appearance.
Merge, melt, disappear into the ocean, and the ocean is no longer separate from you. It is not that the dewdrop has died. On the contrary, the dewdrop has become the ocean.
You are asking me how to attain, to achieve true humility, true simplicity - these things are never achieved. These things are not within your hands. If you understand, they happen. All that you have to do is to understand that we are part of a mysterious world. And the world is so vast, how you can be anything else but humble?